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euaphoric · 10 months

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AFTERGLOW

✩‧₊˚ pairing — roommate!jk x f!reader

✩‧₊˚ warnings — fluff, sm*t, v small mention of “sl-tshaming” (not from jk tho), jk is WHIPPED, overst*m, multiple organisms, f*ngering, eating out, spanky spanky

you & jungkook have a heart to heart conversation expressing your dating troubles but end up realizing you might actually be perfect for each other instead.

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“it’s like…everyone’s so fucking boring nowadays.” jungkook rambles on as he takes another sip of his wine. “i just can’t find the right one that matches my vibe.”

you nod, “i feel. literally every guy i talk to is lame as hell, they always rather stay in and watch movies than go on an actual date, which is fine sometimes…but all the time? hard pass.”

it’s 2 am on a saturday night and neither of you had anything to do, you proposed going out clubbing but jungkook wasn’t in the mood for that kinda night. he was more of a laid-back, chill type of guy while you were always out late partying and coming home with a new guy every weekend. it’s not like jungkook didn’t have girls (or guys) over either, he was just more discreet about it and made sure you were gone whenever he brought anyone over. he felt like he wouldn’t be able to face you again if you ever heard what he was doing.

“that’s ‘cause they’re just trying to fuck, oldest trick in the book y/n.” jungkook chuckles as you lightly smack his arm. “what— it’s the truth! any guy would wanna get in your pants.”

well, maybe that explains why you’re always getting texts at 2-3 am asking to “come chill” even though you know how it’s going to end and you fall for it every. single. time. maybe that’s why your last hookup called you “for the team” to all his friends, you fucked on the first “date” but only because he showed you cute pics of animals he rescued (curse you for being such a softie). but generally, it didn’t take much for you to want to sleep with someone because you had sexual needs just like everyone else, except you were a girl and that wasn’t very “ladylike” of you. that didn’t stop you from actively seeking potential sex partners though.

“ugh, don’t say that! i’m just more of a lowkey person..i don’t mind netflix dates but damn, ya girl could really use some wining and dining once in a while.” you express frustratedly. it’s been a while since you’ve been taken somewhere nice and the thought of someone planning a cute outing together made you yearn for a relationship even more.

jungkook’s brows lift in confusion, “do i not already do that for you every day?”

he’s constantly cooking for you, soon as you wake up breakfast is made with your favorite—pancakes and fluffy scrambled eggs! he’d also cook you dinner once you got home from an exhausting day of work, he was the perfect roommate you could’ve ever stumbled upon.

“you do— but that’s different..” your voice trails off, thinking of any excuse as to why but you couldn’t put a finger on it.

“how? am i only your maid that cooks and cleans for you? not worthy of anything else?” he pouts dramatically, of course he’d get offended by something so little.

“koo don’t do this right now, you know i appreciate you and your sweet gestures all the time.” sighing as you sink further into the couch, you decide to spill more about your not so eventful sex life. “it seems like most guys only care about getting their nut then dipping, i barely finish if it at all after.” you realize how embarrassing that sounds to admit but you had to confess this to someone, you don’t even know why you continue to torment yourself with this kind of treatment.

jungkook shakes his head in disbelief, appalled at the sad truth of your current dilemma. he too however, faced a similar issue at hand. he can’t seem to find a girl that’ll keep up with his crazy high sex drive. “that sounds truly awful, what the fuck? i’d have you on orgasm number five just from my fingers alone.”

holy shit, did he really just say that? the wine is most definitely getting to him now. the room got real quiet for a second.

“y-you would?” you ask innocently, batting your lashes at him.

he wanted to retract his statements out of embarrassment but you didn’t look put off by his advances at all, instead intrigued. his cheeks turned rosier, very unexpected of you to put him on the spot like that but he was the one who opened pandora’s box to begin with. “i mean… yeah? why wouldn’t i?” he replied, biting his lip as he gauges your reaction to see if what he said was okay. “i’m more of a giver than receiver anyway, i love giving head it’s my specialty. i’ll leave you with that afterglow if you let me babe.”

well now you were going to have to find out, you can’t just let him make such bold claims like that without having the proof to back it up first. you’ve always found your roommate extremely hot but you never tried anything out of respect for his boundaries, he did the same but his urges to make a move on you kept growing as you complained more and more about your past experiences—he wanted to show you how it was really done.

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jungkook was determined in making sure you have a great time. your pretty body splayed under him with your backside facing upward, giving him the view of a lifetime. “fuck…” he curses under his breath, his long tatted digits sinking into your dripping core, greedily taking all of him in. you muffle the sounds of your moans by covering your mouth, you had a habit of doing so since you didn’t want to wake jungkook whenever he was sleeping while you were getting it on.

“c’mon you don’t gotta be shy babe, be as loud as you want with me.” he husks, giving a spank to your left cheek leaving a visibly red handprint. hands sliding up the curves of your body, caressing you as he pumps his fingers deeper. “mmh.. fuck— koo keep going.” whimpering out pathetically as walls clench around him. he adds another digit to the mix, watching them disappear in your cunt while looking at your perfectly round, plump ass. never in a million years would he think he’d be doing this to his roommate of all people.

you felt a knot tying in your stomach from the pleasure, grabbing onto the leather couch tightly—feeling yourself getting close already. “sound so pretty when you moan, don’t stop.” he encourages sweetly, “i’m making you feel good aren’t i?” sounded more like a statement rather than a question.

“y-yes, think i’m gonna cu— oh fuck!” eyes roll to the back of your head as feel yourself come undone on jungkook’s fingers, creaming all over them as he continues fingering you, thumb swiping harshly over your clit to help ride out your high. the overstimulation was too much to handle for you, bratty whines escaping your lips as you just couldn’t take anymore. “on your back now.” he orders, producing another spank to your rear, you squeal from the contact but get up and lye on your back as he told you to do.

“open.” jungkook groans impatiently for you, slipping his fingers coated with your milky essence. you suck them off one by one, getting a taste of yourself while looking directly in his eyes. god…you were going to be the death of him.

“mmm..so fuckin’ hot babe.” he smirks, planting a soft kiss to your lips to get a taste on your tongue. he needed to have more of you. kissing down your chin, neck, collarbone, chest, all the day down to your navel—faint blotches of red appear on the bruised skin; creating a beautiful masterpiece on your body. more kisses are pressed into your soaked inner thighs, trailing his lips up to your entrance as he licks his lips before he begins feasting. “don’t hold back on me baby, be as rough as you want.” he coos, lowering his head to flatten his tongue, licking a long slow stripe against your throbbing slit.

“shit!” you almost cry from how good he feels against you already, bucking your hips into his mouth as he sucks on your puffy bundle of nerves. eyes looking up at you fiercely while he watches you shake and writhe under him. “so good, so goood. just like that, don’t stop please!” you continued grinding your core on his face, making a leaky mess all over him. he could care less though, he’ll happily drown in your juices any day.

his fingers return back inside for extra stimulation but you end up crying out more, the feeling has your head spinning intensely. you don’t know how much more you can possibly take but you firmly pull on his hair for leverage, tightly tugging it not caring if it hurts since he said not to hold back. his free hand caresses your thigh gently, flicking his tongue rapidly on your clit and lapping up your wetness, you taste like a dream.

“oh my god…” you mewl slightly above a whisper, you suddenly forgot how to use your voice. his mouth was making you feel more than amazing, better than anything you’ve felt before. you feel bad for all the guys you fucked in the past because they definitely won’t be getting a call back from you now.

“taste so sweet angel,” he mutters before shortly going back to what he was doing, “mmmm…” he hums against you and the vibrations leave you shuddering. another orgasm erupts out of you as you scream his name louder, spasming and shaking under his touch. this time your release squirts out onto his tongue, licking up every drop, even the left over excess on your thighs.

he presses a kiss to your abused clit, lightly dragging a finger over it to rub in circles, making it swell up again. “p-please koo, no more… n-no more.” you whine again and again but he just pretends not to hear you. he’s not going to stop until he’s completely satisfied with the end result. the end result being you looking a total fucked-out mess. “shut up. stop talking.” his eyes give you a menacing glare. you don’t utter another word, you wouldn’t dare test him right now.

he slings your leg over his shoulder and pushes you in closer, teasing your sensitive entrance while curling his fingers inside, he could do this all day if you’d let him. your breath shortens, digging your nails deeper into his skin from the bliss you feel— you were overly sensitive and felt another one nearing your way. he wasn’t even using his tongue on you anymore, he was just so good with his fingers alone it was enough to have you squirting all over him.

and you did just that, again. “that’s right baby, cum all over my fingers like a good girl.” he praises, feeling the tightness of you wrap around him. your body was so numb. panting, moaning, vision getting blurry as you coat his inked digits with your cream for the third time in a row. he pulls them out slowly, letting you drip all over the couch, chuckling with endearment of you. it almost didn’t feel real with the way he was making you cum so easily for him. he had a natural talent at this it seems. you felt weightless, as light as air in his touch, a radiant beam of ecstasy lingers within you.

“that was…incredible.” you gush, ruffling his already disheveled hair, “i haven’t felt like this in a really long time.”

jungkook kept smirking; boy you were in for so much more tonight. “mm..relax gorgeous, ’m not even close to being done with you just yet. gonna have everyone know who’s my name once we’re finished.”

@genkima @sweet-sourhotcoco ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

#jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook x f reader #bts smut #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook imagines #jungkook x female reader

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ponderingmoonlight · 8 months

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Hii can I request something with jealous Megumi and Gojo it can be spicy or fluffy as much as you wantt. Btw i adoreee your writting <333

I'm so glad you like my writing love, there you go <3 I don't know why I got so carried away by Gojo again, but I hope you still like it - let me know :)

How JJK men act when they're jealous

Pairing: Gojo x reader; Megumi x reader

Word Count: 3,2k (how lol)

Warnings: Gojo part escalated again and isn't that much about jealousy, language, mini mentions of intercourse

Gojo Satoru

„Urgh, this shit is so annoying. At least you’re looking hot next to me, Babe”, Satoru signs while casually placing an arm around your waist.

It really is annoying. The two of you were sent out in order to find a man who might have important information regarding three of Sukuna’s fingers. And there he stands, casually in a white suit while sipping on his glass of wine and talking to random women. But is this really the right way? After all, you smuggled into this extravagant event that seems to involve only the richest of the rich around Tokyo.

“We’ll never get to him by just standing here together”, you breathe out.

No, with all these women surrounding him, there’s absolutely no chance to start a conversation randomly. You pull up your black sleeves and look around. Damn, how pathetic these women are, roaming around as if they’re looking for meat. Some of them even tried to seduce Satoru, even though you’re standing right by his side. Well, you can’t blame them though. He’s looking absolutely delicious in his elegant black suit, probably the most eye-catching man they have ever seen.

“Maybe I need to join the fray too”, you suggest, eyes darted towards a random girl in a scandalous short dress who caresses the man’s chest.

“You? You don’t belong there, (y/n). I don’t want you near that disgusting old fart”, Gojo hisses through gritted teeth, his grip around your waist tightens.

“Too bad that’s kinda the job today. Listen, you are my boyfriend, but right now I need to seduce that man. You want to stop this madness too, right?”

Satoru signs audible, his jaw so tense that it might snap.

“But you look so good in that black dress babe”, Satoru mutters.

“And I do that just for you, okay? Just please, let me do my job darling.”

“I could rip out his fingers one by one until he tells me the truth, y’know”, he breathes against your ear.

You can’t help but let out a little giggle. It’s always like that. Satoru is so possessive over you that it’s making your life hard sometimes. As if he doesn’t know that he’s walking sex himself, as if your heart wouldn’t belong to only him.

“Come on, we both know you’d never do that. How do I look?”

You push your skin tight black dress up to make your cleavage look even better, fingers caressing the soft fabric so that it falls perfectly. Everything has to appear right. You want to get this mission over with as soon as possible.

“You’re always looking gorgeous”, he murmurs offended, bright blue orbs looking you up and down behind his sunglasses.

“Don’t make such a face, I’ll be back as soon as I have what we want. Maybe roam around in the meantime and look for sweets?”, you suggest kindly.

“You’re the only candy I want, babe.”

His words alone send goosebumps down your spine. God, this man will be your death, you just know it. But for now, you need to straighten your back, stick out your chest and swing your hips on your way to the old man who is the key to Sukuna’s disgusting fingers.

“I’ll be back in a minute”, you hush and get going.

It isn’t hard for you to catch his attention. To be exact, the second he lays his eyes on your delicious curves covered by an elegant black gown all the women around you seem to be gone. His gaze almost eats you up alive. God, how sickening. You want nothing more than a hot bath with Satoru with some Netflix and chill. But this has to wait.

“I have to admit, this is a very nice party”, you purr while showing him your most seductive red-lipped smile.

“Nice to hear coming from a woman that wasn’t even invited”, he remarks, a playful grin creeping up his old face.

“What a woman doesn’t do to put on a dress and act like a princess for an evening.”

You can see the way his eyes darken at the sound of your oh so sweet voice. Wow, if you weren’t a jujutsu-sorcerer you would definitely have become an actress.

Satoru can hear every word you sing-sang at that old fart in front of you, he can sense the way he’s longing to touch your delicate features. God, how much he would love to storm over, slap him away from you and get home. But he shouldn’t. He knows he can’t do that. You insisted on him staying in the background, you want to do this on your own-

“A woman like you doesn’t have to pretend to be a princess. You look like a queen, darling.”

Darling. Did he just call you by your nickname? His skin begins to tingle in hot anger, eyes piercing through the man hazardously. No one is allowed to call you darling expect him. No. one. Who does he think he is? Just because he has a shit ton of money.

“Then I’m a good fit for you. There’s actually something you could do for me, I want something you have”, you continue, your voice intoxicating Gojo’s thoughts.

You never talked like that to a man apart from him. That old fart doesn’t deserve the attention you give him, he doesn’t deserve that you even look his way. You should lay in Satoru’s arms light now, his hands gently stroking your hair while he admires how gorgeous you look.

“If you want something I have, you will have to give me something in exchange I fear.”

You knew this would happen. Looking good and flirting isn’t enough for men like him. In fact, you can tell by a glimpse into his old eyes what he wants. He desires to be alone with you, in a distant room far away from the crowds. The thought alone makes your gut twist in disgust. God, if he touches your body you might throw up. Do you really have to do this? Is this the only way to get a hold of Sukuna’s fingers before the enemy finds them? Fuck, what are you supposed to do?

“What do you have in mind?”, you hum, voice not giving any hint of your thoughts.

He lets out a deep chuckle, hands gliding in your direction.

“I say we’ll discuss this matter more privately, what do you think?” he murmurs.

This mission is very important, everyone at Jujutsu High made that very clear. That’s why they sent you along with Gojo. You’ve never screwed up a mission, always keen to do your very best at stopping the madness of curses. You never fail, you never miss. Even if it means you have to make sacrifices. Even if it means that you have to sell yourself for some stupid information…

Your gaze wanders to your gorgeous boyfriend, his jaw so tense that it could snap any minute, both hands balled into fists. How much he hates to see you like that, on your way to a place where he can’t follow. But you just have to do this. He needs to understand that. Hopefully he does…

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

He elegantly extends his shriveled hand to you and leads you across the huge hall into a stairwell, away from the crowds and the reassuring eyes of Gojo. You are now on your own with that stranger in a room with a queen-size bed in the middle of his.

“Finally some privacy.”

The man places himself between you and the door, his eyes roaming over you as if you’re his prey. Fuck, you feel like fainting, screaming and crying at the same time. Over and over you tell yourself that this is your job, that you have to make sacrifices just like everyone else, that you don’t need to have a bad conscience. But as soon as your mind wanders to your boyfriend you aren’t so sure about all of that anymore.

“There is no need to rush though, you don’t even know what I want to talk about.”

Your voice is solid and confident, but you can definitely feel your knees going weak. Panic flickers through your mind as he locks the door with a swift motion.

“I don’t need to know what you want. You need to pay first before you receive any information from me”, he remarks, voice cold as eyes.

“And now come here and open my belt for me, will you?

You feel like crying, all of your confidence is washed away in the matter of seconds. You thought you are able to take it all if it means to complete your mission, that it doesn’t bother you to touch another man apart from Satoru in exchange for Sukuna’s fingers. But you can’t. The thought of his hands on your body sends shivers down your spine – not in the good way.

“I’m not here for sexual interaction.”

“Sure, that’s why you shove up your tits and swing your hips like that. Don’t be so prudish, I’ll give you what you want after you gave me what I want.”

You want to get out, as far away from his approaching figure and back into Satoru’s arms. But the only way out is locked. Fuck, what the hell did you get yourself into? Satoru…You will certainly not look at him the same after this. Never in your life you should have allowed that to happen. No mission in the world is worth losing your pride over it, your power over your own body. Screw Sukuna’s fingers, sooner or later Satoru will find them anyway. This was a bad idea right from the start.

“Are you finally coming here or do I have to force you?”

Your face goes pale in an instant, body too shocked to move an inch. The look in his eyes tells you that he’s not playing around. This man doesn’t give a fuck about whenever you want him or not. Fuck, you are an extraordinary jujutsu-sorcerer, your powers surpass him in every aspect. Why the hell is all you can do to stare at him with your doe eyes? Why don’t you fight back as soon as his hands burn against your bare skin? Why aren’t you screaming Satoru’s name?

“Get your dirty hands off my girlfriend.”

The split of a second is enough for Satoru to force himself into the room, bright blue orbs gleaming in thick anger.

“Get the fuck out, young man. Do I have to call security? You can have her when I’m done”, he old fart hisses into his face.

“I’m really trying to be a good person, but you are testing my patience, old man. I’ll say it one last time: Get. Your. Hands. Off. Her.”

Tears of shock, despair and relief begin to cloud your eyes while his grip around your shoulder tightens.

“Fine. I won’t hold back then.”

A little motion of Satoru’s pinky finger is enough to blast the man away from you. His figure slams against the wall, head instantly covered in crimson while Satoru rushes to your side.

“If you ever dare to touch my woman again I’ll kill you. Got it?”

“Come on, fuck that information. Let’s get you out of here”, he gently mumbles against your ear.

Gently, he wraps his arm around your trembling shoulders and escorts you out of the enormous building into the comforting darkness of the night.

“I can’t believe I let this happen”, he snorts out, face completely twisted in fury.

Fuck the upper ranks and their senseless missions. You are his girlfriend, god damn. How could he let another man touch you, let alone be alone with you? The thought of this old fart and his dirty hands against your soft skin make his blood boil all over again. You belong to him only.

“It’s not your fault, Satoru. I thought I have to so this, that I’m a jujutsu sorcerer and the mission is always the most important. But…I can’t let another man apart from you touch me like that. It’s just not possible. You are the only one I want and need”, you blurt out, hot tears streaming down your face and ruining your perfect makeup.

God, how much he hates to see you like that. All of that for some fucking fingers? This has to be a joke. He is the strongest, if he can’t find them then who else can? Why do you have to feel miserable about something like that?

“And I promise you that I will never let another man touch you like this again. You are my girlfriend, my everything. (y/n) I-“

Desperately, he cups your face with his hands, forehead pressed against his. You close your eyes, take in this bittersweet moment. Satoru, the man you love more than the entire earth saved you again.

“I love you more than anything else. The thought of him being alone with you in this room killed me, I just couldn’t stand it. This will never happen again. You are my darling and mine alone, you hear?”

“I just wanna be yours, Satoru”, you breathe against his lips before he grabs your shoulders and kisses you so passionately that you feel like flying.

God, how much you loved this man. And moments like this make it very clear to you that he loves you too. Satoru Gojo would rather get into trouble with the elders than seeing you in the arms of another man.

“You are, darling. Let’s get home, shall we? Then I’m gonna show you how much I really love you…”

Megumi Fushiguro

He knows it’s absolutely dumb and ridiculous. You’ve been his girlfriend since three years, always by his side, not even the slightest interested in other boys. He just knows that you love him dearly, with all your heart. But why on earth does it hurt so bad to see you talking to this unfamiliar jujutsu-sorcerer? Why does it bother him so much to see him smile down at you and even worse, to witness you laugh at his completely senseless joke?

“Megumi, come here!”, you shout over your shoulder, smile as wide as ever.

He grumbles into himself. Megumi would rather die than to talk to this guy whose eyes are all over you and your gorgeous features. Who is this anyway? He never saw him around Jujutsu High, let alone on missions. So he can’t be that strong right? Surely, he isn’t any better than Megumi himself…Right?

“Don’t be shy! Come on!”

Your hand grips his arms tightly and shoves him into the direction of the stranger. Normally he adores the way you cling onto him – not today though, not in this situation when you force him to confront the guy who’s obviously flirting with you.

“Let me introduce you to my longtime friend Botan! Botan, this is my boyfriend Megumi!”, you introduce him with a proud grin.

Even Megumi escapes a little smile. Good, you called him boyfriend in front of this jerk. Then he should know where his place is.

“Your boyfriend? Are you sure about that?”, the unknown face replies, voice dripping in sarcasm while looking Megumi up and down.

“Come on Botan, stop the crap”, you giggle.

Megumi isn’t amused at all. In fact, he is absolutely furious. One look into this jerks eyes is enough to know that this statement wasn’t a dumb joke. Botan wants you, his girlfriend, his entire world.

“Yeah, stop the crap and get the fuck away before I make you.”

Your heart sinks into your chest, smile dropping immediately. One glance into Megumi’s face and the way the vein on his forehead pulsates is enough to understand that he is fueled with rage. And that almost never happens.

“You against me? I don’t want to beat you up in front of your ‘girlfriend’. Or wait, maybe she needs to see how I beat your ass to understand that I’m the better catch. You don’t deserve (y/n)”, Botan hisses back.

“Botan”, you breathe out outraged.

“Megumi has been my boyfriend for years! I love him dearly! Never in my life would I want to exchange him!”

“Look at him (y/n)! What does he give you, huh? He isn’t strong, he isn’t that handsome and from what I’ve heard he’s stone cold and introverted, you’re nothing like him! I’ve known you for more than ten years, when will you finally understand that I have exactly what you need?”

You are entirely lost at words, it seems like the world around you is collapsing. Of course you’ve been aware of his side-crush this whole time, after all he never made a secret out of it. But to hear it out of his mouth and even worse in front of your beloved boyfriend is terrible. Terrible and wrong.

Megumi shifts his weight besides you, figure now standing dangerously close to Botan’s. Your eyes widen in pure horror, terrified of what might happen next. You know all too well that your boyfriend is very good at making reasoned decisions – never hot-headed, never too hasty, never exaggerated. But the look in his cold blue eyes tells you otherwise. It seems like he’s only seconds away from completely losing it. The usual calm and collected Megumi you know suddenly seems so hot-headed.

“If that’s true, why is (y/n) my girlfriend since three years and I’ve never heard a single word about you? Do yourself a favor and leave us alone, especially (y/n). She is my girlfriend and will always be. A jerk like you won’t change that.”

He casually wraps his arm around your waist while still holding eye contact with Botan, who looks back and forth between the two of you.

“I love him, Botan. And that won’t change. We’ll never be a thing”, you clarify with soft voice.

“And now stop looking at her, we have a mission anyway. See you never.”

With that, Megumi turns on his heels, your frame in his tight grip, and leaves Botan standing in the dust.

“You are mine”, he hisses.

“Only yours.”

“Who does he think he is to take you away from me, huh?”, Megumi blurts out.

“Absolutely ridiculous.”

“(y/n).”

He grips your face and forces you to look at him. God, he looks so perfect, so turbulent, so…hot.

Instead of any other words, he simply presses his lips against yours. Your tongues intertwine with each other, you aren’t even able to catch a breath between the way he longingly gets lost in your mouth.

“I love you”, he mumbles against your lips.

You feel like drowning and flying at the same time, mind completely occupied by the hot-headed Megumi that seems to kiss you to death.

“I love you too, Megumi. More than anything else”, you whisper, hands gripping onto his biceps for dear life.

“More than him”, he speaks out, gaze now locked with yours as if he’s searching for the answer in your glossy orbs.

“A thousand times more than him”, you confirm.

“Good.”

And again, his needy lips crash against yours, remember you with every bite, every kiss and every hushed word that you are his.

Only his.

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mamaspresley · 2 years

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ruin you 2 | austinbutler

wc 4,634 tw alcohol and intoxication, smut, overstimulation, austin calling himself daddy, i think thats about it

part one

it was just so convenient that austin had to fly out to new york the day after your… interaction. he had ended up spending the entire rest of the night with you, doing nothing but holding you as the two of you watched whatever old movies you could find on netflix that you hadn’t seen a thousand times. you gave each other soft kisses, his hands drawing circles on your thighs and touching you sweetly and it was strange but felt so right to you. you could only assume austin felt the same, because by the time six in the morning had rolled around, not an ounce of sleep from either of you, austin didn’t want to leave — no, he refused. he imitated a toddler throwing a tantrum when he realized the time, only having a few hours until his flight left. you ushered him out of your apartment, shooing him out the door so he could have time to go pack and get to the airport. that was the last you saw of the boy for a week, seven full days, but he made sure to promise that he would text you while he was gone. and he did.

the entire week was spent on facetime any chance he could get, and when he couldn’t you’d be texting every second of the day. he had a few auditions in new york along with attending the met gala, and there were a million interviews he was scheduled for, too. it took you a bit to wrap your head around how big austin was truly getting — elvis had done so much for his career, and honestly you weren’t even sure if he had realized it himself.

the met gala was his last day in new york, he was flying out the next morning, and it was by far the hardest day for you, regarding how much you wanted to see him. and kiss him. and touch him.

austin had sent you a few pictures of what he was wearing to the met, but you ended up seeing him all over the media regardless, as everyone was gushing about the upcoming hollywood star. it made you so proud, seeing his name get out there, and he looked damn good on that carpet, too. he wore prada, a black suit that fit him perfectly and you swore that you had never seen someone as good-looking as him in your life.

it was funny, really, the week you spent while austin was gone. everything had changed when he kissed you, had that night never happened you wouldn’t be counting down the seconds until his plane landed, and you sure as hell wouldn’t be getting butterflies every time your phone buzzed and it happened to be him. it was always you who steered clear of the boys that made you feel this way; for as long as you could remember, you hated having a crush, feeling all warm and happy when it came to someone you liked. now, you found yourself checking your phone every two minutes in case he texted, and going into your chat to see if he had read your message or not. it was a foreign feeling to you, but when you heard his name, saw his face, or even knew about his presence entirely, you didn’t care about your previous hatred towards relationships. you wanted him, and bad.

neither of you were sure how to go about seeing each other when he got home, so instead of showing up at your doorstep like austin dreamed of doing, roses in hand and giving you the sweetest kiss as soon as you swung open the door, austin instead opted for meeting you when you all went out with your friends that night. it felt more casual — you didn’t know it, but austin was terrified of overwhelming you. after all, you had always said how you hated love, hated relationships, how it all made you sick. austin wasn’t an overconfident person, but he knew something was there. he’d been in love with you since the day you met, he just wasn’t sure how deep it ran in your perspective.

it disappointed you a little bit, when austin asked if you wanted to “just meet with everyone else,” but ultimately you agreed — you weren’t about to let your slight dissatisfaction keep you away from him when it’d been a week since you’d seen the boy last. so you made a plan to go with olivia, meeting the rest of your friends at the bar you all decided on. it was a saturday night, meaning everyone wanted to get drunk, and for once you weren’t opposed to the idea. a little liquid courage never hurt nobody.

all day you’d been looking forward to that night, setting out three extra hours for you to get ready, when it really only took you one. you wore a brown leopard print dress that looked a bit more like lingerie than outerwear and a pair of black doc martens, leaving your hair natural and doing your makeup light. you worried over your appearance the entire time you were waiting for olivia to get to your apartment, changing about a million times but you ended up going with the original outfit, after some reassurance from the girl once she got there. the two of you ubered to the bar, and as you sat in the backseat of the car, you pulled your phone out of your purse and texted austin. are you there now or am i gonna have to pretend to have fun until you show up?

it was almost comedic, how quickly he responded. the text bubble appeared nearly instantaneously, followed by are you saying i’m fun? aww

you bit back a smile, chewing on your bottom lip as you continued texting him back. you arrived at the bar minutes later, climbing out of the car and following olivia inside where you met up with the rest of the group. your eyes immediately went to search for the tall blonde first, but he was nowhere to be found, and you slumped your shoulders in somewhat of a defeat.

it was after you grabbed a drink and sat down at the table when you pulled out your phone again, sending a risky text to austin. the only reason i came tonight and you’re not even here. you didn’t get a reply for a while, which meant you were constantly checking your phone over and over again for the next ten minutes. olivia and a couple of your other friends had picked up on it, and even made a comment after a while.

“what’s up with you? you look skittish,” olivia nudged you, looking at you as you downed your drink. “who are you waiting for a text from?”

“what? no one.” your cheeks flushed and you were suddenly thankful for the dim lights in the pub. olivia raised a knowing eyebrow at you, and you forced out a laugh as you continued, “i do need another drink, though. you said we were getting fucked tonight, so you gotta catch up with me.”

“you know i hate drinking,” olivia whined, seemingly forgetting about the topic of conversation from moments earlier.

“that’s why you gotta do it fast so you don’t have time to taste it. come on.” you pulled your friend with you to the bar, impulsively downing three shots each. olivia could barely keep hers down, and the two of you ended up in the bathroom minutes later, for unfortunate circumstances. you stood at the sink, fixing your makeup, while olivia knelt on the floor in one of the stalls behind you spilling her guts.

her retching stopped and you glanced back at her in the mirror, seeing her pull herself up. “remind me to never drink with you ever again, oh my god,” she groaned, releasing her hair from the makeshift ponytail she had it in and meeting your eyes in the mirror with a look of disgust on her face. you burst out laughing, and so did olivia, and before either of you knew it, you were drunk. “yeah, i’m starting to feel it now.”

“me too,” you said with a nod, still laughing with her. you both stumbled out of the bathroom, making your way back to the table, arms slung around each other as you giggled like a pair of teenage girls. once you got there, olivia collapsed into her seat, immediately throwing herself into conversation with some guy from the next table over, and you watched the walls spin for a second before you were pulled out of your trance.

“hey, sweetheart.” that familiar raspy voice came from behind you, and you spun around so fast you swore you were about the end up how olivia did in the bathroom.

“aus!” you threw your arms around the boy's neck, standing on your tiptoes as you leaned all of your weight into him. the boy laughed, taking a step back to catch himself as he squeezed you back. you pulled away, feeling austin keep his grip tight on your hips as your hands moved to his chest, playing with the lapels on his leather jacket. “i missed you.”

the smile on his face couldn’t be missed as he licked his lips, staring down at you with adoration in his eyes. “i missed you too.” the smile on his face grew into a knowing smirk seconds later, a laugh falling from his lips as he held you back a bit, taking a better look at you. “you’re drunk, aren’t you?”

“what? no,” you lied, and austin just laughed as your cheeks grew a light shade of pink. “okay, maybe.” you felt the liquor warm your body as you smiled up at him, his eyes darting between both of yours.

“how much have you had?” he asked, jaw clenching lightly, and you shrugged in response, instead moving to stand on your tiptoes, carding your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him down to you. you just wanted to be close to him, breathing in his cologne, feeling his breath against your lips. fuck, you had missed him.

“let’s get out of here,” austin said lowly, and you let off your tiptoes, raising your eyebrows at him in surprise. you hadn’t taken him to be so bold. “i don’t wanna be here any longer than i gotta be. especially when you’re the only reason i came.”

you smiled, nodding at him before walking over to grab your purse from the table. “where are you going?” olivia asked, now sitting with the boys at the table beside yours. you nodded to austin, who was shrugging off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders.

“we’re gonna go. not feeling the vibe.”

“you’re kidding,” olivia said with a frown. it wasn’t until she noticed austin slide a hand under his jacket on you, squeezing your hip, that she glanced up at you with a knowing look, her eyebrows raised. “you’re kidding.”

“what?” you said, and austin nudged you, leaning down to whisper let’s go in a low voice, and you felt the goosebumps rise on your neck.

“i’ll see you tomorrow,” she said, smiling small as you rolled your eyes to mask your grin that was creeping up on your lips. after saying goodbye, the two of you made your way outside. his car was parked directly in front of the building, making you laugh to yourself as you realized he had no real intentions of staying.

the drive to his condo wasn’t long, it was only a few blocks from the bar, but the elevator ride up to his floor felt agonizingly slow. the silence was comfortable, though, as it always was, and you took the time to ask him how his trip was.

“long,” he answered you, your head resting against austin’s chest as his arm slung around your shoulders. the height difference between you two was tremendous, making you feel like a child when you stood next to him, but secretly you loved it and you knew austin did as well. “i don’t think i realized how dependent on you i am until being away from you for so long.”

“you had fun, though.”

“mm, yeah. the met was cool.” austin brought a hand up to hold the back of your head against him, his fingers moving slightly through your hair, massaging your scalp. your eyes fluttered shut and you inhaled his scent with every slow breath you took. this was what you missed, existing with him and just feeling everything about his presence.

suddenly, the elevator dinged and came to a stop, and austin led you out the doors. his hand rested on your lower back as you walked down the hallway, turning the corner before coming to his door, where you entered in his code. once you got inside, you kicked your boots off, hanging his jacket up in the front closet.

“i missed you, you know,” you heard austin say just before the door had latched closed. “like a lot.” you turned around, blinking up at him as he placed his phone and his wallet on the counter beside you. his hand came to rest on your neck, thumb gliding over your cheek while his eyes met yours. “couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

you opened your mouth to speak but whatever had come out was barely a whisper. you were so infatuated with him, his head tilted down to look at you while you were gazing up. austin’s hand rested on your neck, lips looking so soft as his jaw worked when he rolled his lower lip into his teeth. his eyes weren’t focused on yours anymore, instead your lips, a daring look washing over his face, and it wasn’t long before austin had captured you in a kiss, long awaited but well worth it. his lips crashed against yours, soft and warm, just as you’d remembered and dreamed about. instantly, you kissed him back, parting your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, and, almost as if it was rehearsed, austin lifted you up onto the counter, just as he had done the last time.

“i want you so bad,” he mumbled, pulling away to breath against your lips. your eyes were heavy but you glanced up at him through your lashes, your hands taking residence on his jaw, feeling his stubble as your fingers moved back into his curls.

“do you?”

“you have no idea,” he answered, the sound of his voice making you close your eyes, your fingers tugging at the roots of his hair. “come here, baby.” austin pulled you in by your hips, making you squeal slightly, and he lifted you off the counter. instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his torso, holding onto the boy as he carried you into the next room over, laying you down on the bed and kissing up your leg.

you whined as you felt the boy’s lips against your knee and then your thigh, sucking softly and every now and then letting his teeth sink into your skin too. he pushed your dress up to give some attention to your hip and your pelvis area, completely avoiding the spot you needed him most. his teeth came to grasp the hemline of your panties, snapping them back before moving back up your body, lips attaching to your neck and travelling down your collarbone to your breasts.

“aus,” you whined, feeling his hand round over your thigh, rubbing the inside lightly then the outside, squeezing over your ass and then trailing two fingers up your panties. your breath hitched, head leaning back. “tell me if you want me to stop,” he said, pressing a kiss to your collarbone and then your cheek, applying some pressure with his fingers.

“i won’t,” you said, half teasing as austin hummed a small chuckle, his fingers moving to push your panties to the side before diving in. you were already soaked, you were pretty sure you had been since the moment you saw him tonight. austin did that to you — this was the first time he was touching you, but there had been many instances before when you felt this emotion towards the boy that hardly any guy made you feel. lust.

he dragged his fingers out of your pussy and up your clit, circling the small bundle of nerves before diving back into you, now letting his thumb do the work on your bud, causing you to whimper, thighs squeezing together. he chided you, and with his other hand gave your thigh a tap. “none of this, baby. open.” you did as told, and austin removed his fingers from you before pulling your panties away completely. he ripped your dress off in the process, throwing everything to the ground as he settled between your legs, arms wrapped around your thighs to tug you closer to him before he went straight to work. his tongue dove into you without warning, a moan leaving your lips as more of a scream, your back arching as his tongue flicked at your clit, fingers digging deep into you. he lapped at your wetness, flattening his tongue out before sucking on your bud, loving the sounds he could hear fall from your lips.

“i’m so close,” you moaned, fist dug tight in austin’s hair as you struggled to get the words out. he didn’t let up, though, seemingly working harder to get you closer to your orgasm. it washed over you like a tsunami, your thighs shaking and in record speed, austin had his jeans unzipped, clothes on the floor, and he was bottoming out in you.

his strokes were fast and hard, one hand holding him up as his other reached for your hand, intertwining the two together. he lifted your hands to lay above your head, his hips snapping back before he pushed deep inside you again, and you had thanked god for him eating you out beforehand otherwise you knew this would’ve hurt. you couldn’t see but you could feel how big he was, stretching you out with every inch.

“fuck, baby, you always feel this good?” austin had slowed his pace, focusing more on grinding down on you, his hair dangling in front of his face, dripping with sweat as he breathed in and out heavily.

after a few minutes of the slow, passionate pace he was at, austin reached down to place his hands on the backs of your thighs, peeling your legs apart and pushing them up before he dug himself deeper in you. you moaned loudly, squeezing your eyes shut and he pulled back out and did it again.

“tell me if it’s too much, alright baby?” he said, continuing with his motion of pulling out and pushing as deep as he could go inside of you. soon enough, he quickened his pace, slamming in and out of you so hard that you could barely make a sound, one hand moving to wrap around your throat. the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room along with your high pitched moans, and austin’s deep grunts. his eyes were trained on you, watching your face contort as you took every inch of him, pleasure washing over you as he hit your g-spot each time. “you like this, baby, don’t you?”

“faster,” you moaned, and austin had to restrain himself from cumming instantly from the whininess of your voice and instead grant your wish. he was fucking into you at an impossible pace, his lips hovering over yours, breaths mixing together as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. your walls clenched around him, and austin let out a groan, dropping down to his forearm as he slowed his pace and rolled his hips down over yours.

“i don’t wanna cum yet, baby, just wanna feel you,” he moaned, pulling out of you so just the tip was in, and pushing back into you at the slowest rate possible. he released his hand from your throat, instead bringing it down to play with your clit, and austin focused himself on that for the next few minutes, pulling out and returning to eating your pussy for a second time.

“austin, i—” you moaned, sitting up slightly as his tongue flicked at your clit relentlessly. you were already so sensitive from your first orgasm, being so close to a second from the penetration he was unforgiving with moments before. “holy fuck.”

he pulled away, kissing the insides of your thighs. “i want you to cum again for me, baby,” he said, meeting your eyes. “can you do that for me?” his tone was so soft and soothing that you couldn’t help but nod. you felt his lips on your heat again, and soon enough he had you spiralling underneath him, his tongue pulsing inside of you as he sucked on your clit like his life depended on it. your breath was heavy, moans loud and unapologetic as austin helped you over the edge, coming down gracefully as he rubbed your legs, kissing all over the inside of your thighs sweetly. “you’re so good for me, baby. you’re my best girl, my only girl.”

his words would have had you swooning if it weren’t for the fact that you could barely hear or see anything from the orgasm he had just rocked out of you. before you knew it, austin’s lips were on yours, tasting sweetly of you as his tongue pushing into your mouth at the same time as his cock entered you, causing your lips to fall parted.

“aus—”

“it’s okay, baby.” his hips moved in and out, slowly working you open as your body began tingling, the overstimulation becoming too much. “you’re doing so good, honey. so good.”

the whines that left your lips were nothing less than sinful, and austin could’ve sworn he’d cum if you hadn’t stopped when you did. “austin,” you whimpered, eyes squeezed shut as you felt your clit pulsate, the nerves feeling so sensitive even when nothing was there to stimulate it.

“look at me, baby.” austin grabbed your jaw, holding your face in place as he fucked in and out of you, his eyes staring down into yours. “i know you got one more in you. you wanna cum again, darling?” you didn’t really respond, only letting out another high pitched whine as austin dug himself deeper and deeper into you. he tightened his grip on your jaw, squeezing your cheeks now as he groaned. “don’t ignore me.”

“y-yes,” you breathed, head tilted back and your legs fell to the sides. at your answer, austin pulled out, quickly grabbing your hips and flipping you over. you were on your knees now, ass pressed into him as you felt austin’s cock slide into you easily from your slickness. he hissed, taking his time pushing himself inside you before instantly pulling out and pounding into you again. “fu-fuck, aus. oh my god!”

“fuck you feel good,” he moaned, grabbing a fistful of hair and yanking back on it. “so fucking tight for me.” his hips stuttered, a tell tale sign that he was close, and he cursed before slowing his pace. “i don’t wanna cum, fuck.”

“please,” you begged, your body falling limp as austin let go of your hair to snake his arm around your hips, finding your clit. “i—”

“mm, i said one more time baby, didn’t i?” austin leaned over you, his cock throbbing inside you as his index and middle fingers flicked over your sensitive bud at an alarming rate. your lips fell parted, a breathy moan escaping as you felt his fingers rubbing in a quick circle motion. “be a good girl and cum for daddy, hm? come on baby.”

that was all it took, and it was borderline embarrassing how easily he made you cum for a third time. this one hit you like a ton of bricks, your legs shaking underneath you as he began pounding into you quickly, making you see stars from the penetration and the speed of which he was going. austin had both hands gripping your hips, pulling you into him as he chased his own high, deciding to give you a break, for now. his right hand strayed to find your hair, tugging back as he thrusted into you, and within seconds you felt him shoot warm spurts into you, his moans breathy but loud, voice raspy as he praised you, rubbing your back softly.

“holy fuck, y/n,” he breathed, running a hand through his hair before placing it on the small of your back, pulling out of you slowly. you whimpered at the loss of contact, then rolled onto your back as you watched austin stand up, grabbing a towel from his closet before cleaning you up gently.

you weren’t sure what to say, whether or not you wanted to say anything. the clarity had kind of hit you, regarding what just happened — sure, things were definitely different since last week, but now they were different. you’d seen austin in a completely new light, not complaining at all about it, though, and you just weren’t sure how to go about striking up a conversation.

you assumed austin was thinking the same, which is why after he had discarded the towel, he crawled over you and dipped down to press a kiss to your lips. it was quick, and he pulled away to look at you for a few seconds before kissing you again.

“worth ditching everyone for?” he asked, and you had never been so sure of something in your life as you nodded. “mm, good.” austin placed another kiss on your lips and then your forehead before laying himself down on top of you, his head resting on your chest as his body laid between your legs. you smiled small, readjusting a bit to get comfortable, raising your hands to comb through his slightly damp curls, and pressed a kiss to his head.

“aus?” you mumbled, and you felt the boy hum in response. “i’m scared.”

austin raised his head at this, looking up at you. “why, baby?” he asked, concern glistening in his eyes, and you shook your head as if to reassure him that it didn’t have anything to do with him. he propped himself up on his elbows, though, staying in the same position as he rested his chin on your chest to look at you. “tell me about it.”

“whatever this is, i—” you paused, trying to find your words. your fingers stayed working through austin’s hair. “i’m afraid i’m gonna make you look bad. i’m not exactly the most liked person in the world right now.” you were hinting back to the news last week, how everyone had something to say about you. sure, it had died down by now, but you knew that as soon as you were spotted with another guy the rumours would spark again. and unfortunately for austin, he was going to be that next guy.

“what do you mean?” he asked.

“i’m scared i’m gonna ruin you,” you said, “your image, your reputation.”

austin scoffed, almost laughing as he shook his head. “baby, you could never do that.” he sat up slightly, his hand coming to cup your face as his thumb rubbed against your cheekbone. “you think you’re gonna ruin me? yeah, you’re right. but in the best way possible.” you smiled at that, watching him mirror the expression as he squeezed you gently, his large hands on your sides as he pressed a kiss to your stomach, looking up at you. “i love you, okay? and that’s all that matters.”

your heart picked up at those three words, and honestly you weren’t one hundred percent sure what to take from them. were they platonic or did he mean them seriously? you weren’t sure what he meant, and you weren’t sure what you meant, but what you were sure of, was that austin was right about one thing — the two of you were going to ruin each other. in the best way possible.

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thebadgerclan · 2 years

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Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Summary: An outdated practice comes to light...

A/N: This was inspired by the Netflix show’s “The Empress” (really good, 10/10 recommend) scene where Elisabeth’s “purity” is examined. Nothing graphic is depicted, but it does deal with a virginity check, so if that’s something that will make you uncomfy, this might not be the fic for you

Also Nikolai is 1,000,000% a feminist, no I will not take questions on this 😂

“He did what?!” You had never seen such rage on your fiance’s face; not when his council questioned his decisions, not when his father called him a clueless bastard, not when the Fjerdans rejected yet another peace treaty. But when you ran into his study, your dressing gown tied haphazardly around your waist, your hair mussed and your cheeks stained with tears, Nikolai’s fear for what had happened had quickly morphed into boiling, white hot rage.

Through stuttering sobs, you managed to tell Nikolai what had happened. Before your ladies had even come to help you dress, the Apparat had entered your room, a Healer in tow. As your wedding was a week away, the old man had said, your purity must be ensured. You’d expected a conversation, for the Healer to inquire about any past lovers you might have had (which were nonexistent). What you hadn’t expected was to be laid back, your legs spread, and poked and prodded.

To his credit, the Healer appeared thoroughly uncomfortable with the whole affair, made all the more uncomfortable by the Apparat’s presence, hovering over his shoulder. As soon as the Healer declared you “intact”, you were scrambling to cover yourself, and as soon as the Apparat and Healer were gone, you were running to your fiance. There was too much anger flowing through his veins to comfort you, as much as he yearned to; to ease the torment you were feeling, to wipe your tears and shelter you in his arms, so Nikolai threw open the door.

“Kolya, where are you going?” you cried, trailing behind him hurriedly. “Nikolai!” Your fiance ignored you, knowing that if he so much as looked at you, he would shatter. The King strode hurriedly through the corridors, down a flight of stairs, and threw open the doors of the study the Apparat was permitted to keep. “Moi tsar,” the priest said, rising and bowing. “What can I do for you? And Lady Y/N, I was not expecting to see you until the wedding.”

“You’ll be lucky if you’re even in that damned chapel, priest,” Nikolai snapped, and the Apparat winced at the profanity. “Majesty, whatever is the matter? Have I done something to offend?” “Indeed you have. Might you explain why you were in my fiance’s chambers, violating her without her consent or knowledge?” The Apparat chuckled and shook his head, as if he were speaking to a petulant child.

“King Nikolai, the royal bride’s purity and chastity must be confirmed, surely you know this? Your mother underwent the sa-” “I don’t care!” Nikolai shouted, holding up a hand. “Do we live in the times of Anastas? Why should a woman’s virginity matter? Y/N is faithful, that should be enough to assuage your worries of an illegitimate child.” “The church, Your Majesty, requires it. The law requires it, the Saints require it!”

“And who wrote those laws?” Nikolai countered. “Men. Misogynistic, ignorant men. Men who viewed women as objects rather than living, breathing human beings, and I will not stand for it.” “Majesty, this is all an overreaction. The Healer found nothing amiss! The wedding can go on as planned!” The King stepped forward, forcing the Apparat to look up. “Oh, but something is amiss. You see, my beloved Y/N was violated today, treated as a vessel rather than the future queen. And that, priest, is something I cannot forgive or overlook.

“You will never subject another woman to such a display again, do you understand me?” “King Nikolai,” the Apparat said. “My vows to the church insist that I–” “If you do,” Nikolai said, his voice low. “I will have you hanged. Perhaps then you can ask your beloved Saints their thoughts on the matter, no?” It seemed the threat of death had knocked some sense into the priest, and he bowed shakily.

“Yes, Your Majesty. My apologies.” Nikolai huffed. “I am not the one you need to apologize to.” Your fiance stepped to the side, allowing the priest to look at you, still disheveled, still crying. “My apologies, Lady Y/N.” His words meant nothing, you knew this, but you nodded and turned, exiting the room.

When you were outside the study, Nikolai pulled you greedily into his arms. “My love, I am so, so, so sorry that happened. I didn’t know….I never thought he would…. Fuck, I’m so sorry.” You nuzzled your face into his chest, breathing deeply, the smell of his cologne calming you. “It’s not your fault,” you said, but your fiance held you closer. “No, I should have known, I never should have let him near you, I should have–” “Nikolai,” you said, cutting him off. “You are the last person I’m upset with. Yes, I’m shaken and upset, but you marched in there and threatened to kill him. That’s more than most men would do.”

Nikolai tipped your chin up and kissed you, keeping your body pressed against his. “I meant it,” he said. “That law’s getting abolished within the month. I’m so sorry that happened, darling. I love you so much.” “I love you too, Nikolai.” Your fiance took your arm and led you back to your rooms, somehow managing to make you feel as regal as the queen you would soon be in nothing but a dressing gown. “No one will ever touch you again,” he vowed, and you smirked. “Just you.” Nikolai smiled, a flush creeping up his neck. “Just me.”

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starfirewildheart · 4 months

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The Wolf and the Flame

Chapter 4

Summary: Geralt had just found Ciri and was headed to Kaer Morhen when something drew him into the woods. He found a woman near death and things changed for them all. (I suck at summaries just read please!) Yennefer is bad in the start of this but she and Geralt work on their friendship. Eskel is a dick at first but there is a reason and it works out. Will have a happy ending. Ciri is younger here than in the netflix show. She is about 12.

Warnings: abuse history, injuries, hurt comfort, no one under 18 to be safe, will add when I need to

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Chapter 4

Naurel got out of bed as soon as she was positive that Ciri and the others in the next room were asleep. She sat down by the fire in the small fireplace to warm her freezing body. Thoughts and emotions battled in her head and heart until she wanted to scream for them to stop. Should she tell Geralt she wanted to be left here? Run for it and not say anything? That wasn’t an option really because Geralt kept saying they were connected in some way and he needed to understand why. The sky was starting to lighten just before the sunrise by the time she’d made her choice. She’d heard Geralt yelling then storm out slamming the door shortly after she had gone into Ciri’s room and hadn’t heard him come back. If she was lucky she would be able to slip out unnoticed.

She made it out of the Inn without incident only because the witcher was still gone. Releasing a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding she headed to take care of some business. The sun was just peeking over the horizon when she had completed her deeds. “Thank you for letting me ride you,” she said softly to the paint horse whose reins she gripped in her right hand. Roach and Ciri’s gray mare Lady were both on her left, leads being held together. She smiled when Roach nudged her with her nose as if to say ‘good job’ for talking to her new mount. “I’m not a good rider. I’ve never ridden without Geralt,” she admitted. “I’m still not physically healed but I promise to do the best I can and to get you treats whenever possible.” They had arrived at the Inn and she latched Lady and Roach’s reins to the hitching post before turning to her horse and trying to get in the saddle. It caused her too much pain to try and lift her weight into the stirrup and it also made her angry at herself for not healing faster. Damn her body and her weakness. How was she going to do this without help because if Geralt knew she was still hurting this badly he’d insist she ride with him so he could protect her and she wasn’t about to take his attention from his mate so soon after their reuniting.

Biting her bottom lip she looked around for something to help when her eyes settled on the building across the street with a raised porch. Guiding her horse over she positioned her so that she was sideways next to the wooden structure then climbed the steps and approached the horse that way. She didn’t have to lift herself off the ground but throwing her leg over took her breath for a moment. Her horse wickered and huffed but stayed still. “Good girl,” she praised and scratched her neck. “Now let's try this whole moving thing huh?” Naurel clicked her tongue and gave the mare's sides a small tap. “Oh gods!” she softly squealed as they started moving. Deciding it would be good to experiment now instead of in front of everyone she pulled the reins to the left then to the right and was quite proud of herself when a sudden voice nearly caused her to fall.

“Where do you think you're going?” Geralt demanded as he grabbed hold of the halter on her horse. He was pissed that she was leaving but he’d suspected it would happen after last night. Yennefer and Jaskier both promised to keep an eye out for her until he returned. Looks like they did a magnificent job.

“Nowhere,” her voice was soft but sure. “I mean I did go somewhere earlier but now I’m here.” His look was anything but impressed or amused so her forced smile faltered but she continued. “It’s going to be snowing soon so I got a warm cloak and boots and now that we have new companions I figured I should have my own horse. I know roach is special but I don’t think even she can carry three for long.” His eyes never left her like he was searching for the least bit of dishonesty.

“We need to talk about last night.”

She shook her head and held her smile. “No, Geralt, you have nothing to explain. Ciri told me how you thought Yennefer died at Sodden. How you searched for her until the witch told you she died. How sad you were at the news. You did nothing wrong.” It was me who fucked up, she said to herself.

“No,” he growled and put his hand on her thigh. “Naurel, I care for you. I’ve never felt the way I have since I found you.”

Her heart thundered in her chest and she knew he could hear it. A tear slipped down her cheek as she reached out to cup his jaw in her hand. “I know whatever it is that was done to me, whatever magic that is on me is drawing us together. I promise you that I’m not running Geralt. I told you I’d go with you to Kaer Morhen to see if anyone could help and I will keep my word. Hopefully Vesimer or one of your sorceress friends can figure out how to fix me and you can have your life back.”

He knew the hurt was deep for her because it was just as bad for him so he didn’t push. At least he had her promise that she wouldn’t run. He turned his head, placing a soft kiss on her palm. “You’re wrong about my feelings Naurel but I’ll take what little hope you can give me for now. I don’t like you riding your own horse, you are still too weak and I’m afraid your wounds will open up again.”

Before she could protest the door of the Inn opened and their other companions came running out. Jaskier looked relieved to see Naurel safe. “I’m sorry, it was Yennefer’s watch,” he explained to Geralt.

Ciri handed Geralt his things as she breathed a sigh of relief at seeing Naurel. When she woke up and her friend was gone it made her heart ache. She climbed up on Lady and prepared herself for another long day in the saddle.

“Can I ride with you?” Jaskier asked Ciri. “Geralt won’t let me ride with him,” he shot the witcher a look.

Ciri chuckled, “Sure as long as Lady is agreeable.” Jaskier jumped up behind her and Lady didn’t protest.

Yennefer came to stand beside Geralt between Roach and Naurel’s horse. She touched the red head’s leg while giving her a look of mock sympathy. Naurel spurred her horse forward and rode away from them. Geralt sighed and shook his head at Yennefer. “What the fuck are you playing at Yen?”

“I feel asleep. I was tried. It worked out because she’s fine,” Yen explained.

He glared at Yen but spoke to the redhead. “Naurel,” he called out a warning, his tone stern.

She turned the horse back and rode toward him slowing as she passed. “Never out of sight. I remember your rules witcher. I’m just trying to get a feel for my horse.”

“Go that way,” he pointed to the north. “I need to pay the farrier then we will head out.”

“I paid him when I bought the horse from him this morning,” she told him, then rode off northbound before he could question her.

They rode till late afternoon mostly listening to the bard tell stories about his adventures with Geralt and Yennifer and the occasional song here and there pretending there wasn’t an uneasy tension in the air. Naurel was pretty sure that her head was going to explode. Geralt had reluctantly let Yennefer ride behind him and they rode beside Naurel most of the time, the witcher' eyes always watching her even though she’d assured him she was fine.

Naurel was trying to focus on the road ahead instead of the pain or the way Geralt’s eyes never left her when she noticed Ciri ride around to the other side of her effectively pinning her between them. She wondered if her riding was that bad because she thought she was doing well for her first time alone.

“Where did you get the money for the horse,” Yennefer asked, trying to distract Geralt. She bit back a smile when she caught Naurel’s glare but pushed on. “I mean Ciri told us how they found you near death with nothing. Or were you hiding your wealth from them?” she asked accusingly.

“I would never do that,” Naurel growled angrily. “I can be accused of a lot of things witch but being a thief or a whore are not one of them.” She knew Yennefer was insinuating she’d whored herself out for money and it provoked a rage in her that she didn’t like. The most severe beatings she received in her life were because she’d run from slavers or owners when they tried to force her into the sex trade. “I sold my necklace to the innkeeper. I had asked him if there was a jeweler in town and he asked to buy the locket himself for his wife.”

“You sold your locket? Why?” Geralt was angry and confused.

Naurel shrugged. “It was just a locket. I’ve had it since I was three and it wasn’t doing anyone any good hidden away.”

“But it was your only tie to your past,” he sighed. “To help you find who your family was.”

“It was a stupid dream. I was orphaned either by choice or necessity. I’ve been nothing since I was three. I'm sure that’s not going to suddenly change because of a small piece of gold. Besides, it just made me more vulnerable if someone were to attack. Now I have nothing worth their time or attentions.”

“So you were just a slave girl?” Yen asked, intrested in the woman's past and where she was from.

“Yennefer,” Great growled in warning.

Naurel shook her head but forced a smile. “Yes, I was just a lowly slave. I have no worth, no fortune, no talent, no usefulness really but I guess destiny wasn’t done with me yet.

“Destiny is for frightened people who can’t think for themselves. You make your own lot in life, your own choices that lead you where you end up. That is one thing Geralt and I agree on wholeheartedly. Fuck destiny.”

She thought about it for a moment and realized that Yen was likely right. If she had been stronger or better at something or just been a different person she would have likely been a different person in a different place. If she’d just given in to the demands of the guards maybe she wouldn’t be here now. She frowned when she felt Geralt’s hand on her left arm and Jaskier’s on her right.

“It’s time to stop for the night. Yennefer get down, Jaskier, hold her,” Geralt inclined his head toward Naurel.

Naurel frowned as Ciri reached out and took the reins from her. “What are you doing? I don’t need anyone to hold me. Why are we stopping?” She hissed when Geralt pulled her down into his arms. “Put me down.”

“No. You are wavering in the saddle barely able to hold yourself up. The fact that you don’t realize it tells me just how bad it is.” He sat her down on the blanket Ciri laid out for them then sat behind her. He opened his kit then started to undo the back of her dress to check her wounds.

“How can I help?” Jaskier asked as he knelt beside them.

Geralt frowned at the blood soaking the bandages on her back. “Bring one of the water skins,” he told his friend.

Jaskier grabbed the waterskin Yennefer was getting ready to drink from and took it to Geralt. He knelt over one of the witcher's legs just in time to catch Naurel as she fell forward, too weak to hold herself up anymore. “Easy,” he soothed as she laid her head on his shoulder.

“I’m ok. We can keep going,” she insisted even though she was losing the battle to stay upright.

“Yennefer, start gathering wood for a fire. Ciri, start setting up so we can heat some water,” Geralt ordered. His anger was getting the best of him. He didn’t understand why Yennefer was acting this way. He just knew he had to get her out of his sight for a few minutes or he was going to snap.

“Bossy witcher,” Yennefer sighed but went to gather wood.

“That’s bad Geralt,” Jaskier said as he looked at Naurel’s back. “I thought Triss healed her.”

“She did heal the worst of it.” He shared a concerned look with the bard and focused on his task. Once he’d examined every injury including her hip and leg he laid her back on the blanket with his cloak folded under her head then went to the fire to start mixing herbs into a tea to help with the infection.

The sun had long set and the stars were shining above the trees. Everyone was gathered around the fire eating some cured pork that they had gotten on their stop in town. Naurel groaned when Geralt lifted her upper body and sat behind her again. As much as she didn’t want to she couldn’t help but lean bodily into him for his comfort and warmth. “Drink this,” he said as he held the cup to her lips.

She took a sip and started coughing. “By the God’s it tastes like a frog's ass,” she sputtered.

Everyone laughed, even Geralt, which shocked the hell out of Jaskier. He’d never even seen the witcher smile. “Drink,” Geralt chuckled.

“No,” Naurel shook her head. A low rumble in his chest and a commanding “Drink,” made Naurel shiver and comply. How the hell did he do that?

“Um,” Jaskier spoke up, “How do you know what a frog’s ass tastes like?”

This time Naurel choked from laughing. “I don’t but it’s low to the ground, wet and slimy and covered in dirt so I assumed.”

Geralt put the cup aside when it was empty then ran his hands over her arms. “You’re freezing.”

“It’s the ice in my heart,” she teased and she could feel him shake his head. After a moment she got to her feet.

“Where are you going?” he stood with her.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” she told him. He took her arm to guide her. “Umm, no. You are not going with me to pee.”

“You are not going out there unprotected,” he argued.

She reached out and pulled the dagger from the belt on his side. “Now I’m protected. If I need you then you will reach me quickly, you're a witcher.” She walked past Ciri who was about to stand, “You aren’t going with me either princess. There are some things a lady needs to do alone.” She heard Geralt’s displeased growl as she walked away from the fire and knew he didn’t like it but he stayed put.

She went a bit farther than she intended but something seemed to be watching out for her because she found what she was looking for. There was a large willow tree and the withered husks of carvacrol plants near a small stream. The water had mostly iced over but still trickled in places. The weather had already caused the willow sap to draw back deep into the tree and the plants were long dead but she needed them if she had any hope of hiding her pain from her companions. Kneeling before the tree she took Geralt’s dagger, sliced across her left palm, and allowed the blood to drip on the tree and the plants below. “ I call upon Sylvestris deus, keeper of the forest. I take only what I need and will heal your tree after. Please allow me this,” she pleaded. She felt when energy left her body and went into the tree and flowers. It was energy she really couldn’t spare but she convinced herself it would be ok. The tree bark brightened and the flowers below bloomed purple. Carefully she harvested them, cutting the bark into small pieces and putting it all into a pouch that she had in her cloak before rubbing her still bleeding hand over the wounded tree and watching as it knitted back new, fresh bark. She quickly washed her hand and the dagger in the stream knowing she’d been gone too long. Geralt was going to kill her. Sure enough, when she was halfway back he was searching for her and he wasn’t happy. She held her hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry, I don’t move as fast as I should right now. It took longer than I intended.”

He was relieved she was ok so he let it go this time. “I’m just glad you are safe,” he pulled her to him and hugged her.

“Geralt, I won't do anything stupid. You don’t have to focus so much of your attention on me. I know you have other responsibilities.” She hated worrying him so much and was afraid that his attention would be focused on her and something would happen to Ciri.

“You aren’t a responsibility,” he told her as he leaned in and kissed the top of her head before he led her back to camp.

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maybe you could be the one (3)

Chris Evans x Personal Assistant!Reader

Part 1 Part 2

You try figuring out what to do next after Chris goes and publicly admits that he needs you more than anything. Worse, he isn't done just yet.

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Despite your close proximity to Chris, few actually take notice of you. That's no accident on your part, though. In your opinion, it's one of the reasons why you've done well in the role thus far and partly why you might've landed the job somewhat precipitously in the first place: you really know how to sink into the background. Your clothing is professional but terribly non-descript, with only the barest hint of a family heirloom peaking out beyond your collar; your makeup, while deftly applied, is minimal. The message is clear: Chris is the star of the show. Period. Any member of staff, especially a personal assistant, is relegated to obscurity.

So it's rather unpleasant of a surprise to feel so many pairs of eyes on you, slithering along the spine of your back, the bare surface of your forearms. People are meant to see you then forget you as soon as Chris so much as drifts into their periphery, but their lingering gazes today suggests otherwise. You've only introduced yourself to a handful of the crew members here, and never once did you actually mention that you're Chris' PA. With the way you hover about him, though, it shouldn't be too hard to put two and two together.

Even as the interview draws to a close and the last animal is ushered off the set, you're still not able to find any sign on his face whatsoever to indicate whether he's affected by his own admission; not a pause of surprise, nor a guilty frown. Nada. Chris just sails on smoothly like the seasoned celebrity he is, never once wavering, his hearty laughter infectious, his body language open and brimming with affection.

You, on the hand, are another story. Hand gripping your work phone like some talisman, you try to hide the mortification you fear might've made it onto your face, Chris' words racing through your head on an endless loop. That, and the various ways you might be able to murder him without getting caught. Throw him overboard a cruise moving through the middle of the Gulf of Mexico, maybe? Maritime laws are more lax when it comes to murder, if you're recalling correctly from that Netflix documentary you watched not so long ago...

I sure don't think I could live without her.

Did he really have to say that? More importantly, why are you so concerned he was being genuine when he did? That's the thing that bothers you: the spontaneity of it all. Well, you think it was, anyway. But was it? Who can say when dealing with an actor like him?

The set breaks into joyful applause once the cut is yelled. Like a spell broken, there's a sudden flurry of motion as crew members continue about the rest of their day; you move aside as one of the cameramen wheels his equipment across the studio. When you look back to find Chris, he's already meandered off the set with one of the animal keepers, nodding emphatically at whatever's being said.

You take a deep breath before exhaling slowly, trying to chase away the same words that keep running through your mind, the one you want to throttle Chris for. The interview's finished, you remind yourself, and most of the crew have already gone back to their day. Now it's time for you to go back to yours, especially when there's still such a long way go to before it's done.

Chris is in the middle of a hug as you approach slowly, still trying to expel any trepidation that clings to you. You pause just a few steps back while he agrees to some selfies that the remaining crew members ask for, but as soon as he catches sight of you, Chris grins widely. You feel multiple sets of eyes on you again, their gazes focused a bit too long. Damn it.

"Onward, soldier?" Chris says by way of greeting, moving towards you. In response you smile back, determined to keep it cool. Nothing to see here folks, you want to assure everyone still hovering about, only you suspect that that may pique their curiosity even further.

"Yes, onward. But hey, don't expect another menagerie at the Shangri-La. Or anywhere else, for that matter." That gets a few light chuckles out of those still remaining.

He winks at you, blue eyes sparkling with calm mischief. "Too bad. I just love it when things get freed from their cages once in a while."

Even once you're both in the SUV, heading off to the next location for the day's final stretch of press work, you hesitate to bring up what just transpired. Now that you've left Venturepop Media behind you, its main studio no larger than a spot in the rear windscreen, most of your mortification must've stayed back too. You're still mildly vexed, not to mention confused, but at least murder is no longer on your mind.

The car is charged with silence as Melvin, today's chauffeur, navigates down a street already congested. The bodyguard assigned for this leg of the tour sits beside him, wordless. You realize, a bit suddenly, that too long an unspoken moment might be dangerous; it means more time for the both of you to think about what happened. Now that you've got some of your bearings together, you realize you don't want to upset the equilibrium.

"Those animals made a mess on your shirt," you comment, sitting beside him. Your intentions aside, it's quite true.

You watch as Chris shifts his gaze downward. He pulls at an unruly cluster of red fur on his right shoulder. "What are you going to do about it?"

The SUV slows for a red light as you unzip your knapsack. The lint roller you're searching for is hidden beneath a pack of Chris' Marlboros and a tightly bundled chord for phone charging; you dig it out as the car accelerates again. "It's either this or another shirt," you respond, holding up the roller in a way not totally unlike the rubber slipper your mom used for doling out punishment when you were younger.

"Which shirt are we talking about?" he asks.

"It's the one Leland thought you'd look dynamite in until you somehow managed to talk him out of it."

"Well, looks like the universe has spoken," he says, pulling the ends of his shirt from the waistband of his pants. Before you can even protest, Chris is already pulling the yellow Gucci top over his head in the cramped space of the SUV, chest bared to you and everyone else present. Those in the front of the car say nothing. It seems they've been exposed to stranger sights just as much as you have.

You meant to suggest he change over at the Shangri-La, but the words die in your throat and you sigh quietly instead, turning in your seat to reach behind it, where a garment bag hangs from an attached hook.

"Just so you know, I meant what I said back there."

You freeze. Fuck.

Another silence prevails, this one more potent than the last. You're still facing away from him, thank god; is it possible for you to pretend you just didn't hear?

"Ditto, I think you need to say something."

Guess not.

You turn back to face him again, Chris' new shirt in your hands. "Couldn't you have just stuck with Dodger?"

He takes the shirt from you. "I could've, but you know what? I decided I didn't want to. Besides, I never mentioned you by name and you're leaving me soon, so there's nothing to worry about if you think this is going to blow up in your face or something like that. It won't."

Maybe it's the nonchalance in his tone as he speaks, but something in you tears open. Curiosity? Confusion? A bit of both? Whatever it is, it's fueling your courage rapidly.

"Chris, you just publicly admitted you can't live without me."

"And yet you're leaving anyway."

A response bubbles in your mouth, but it's a shriek that erupts from your throat instead as you land hard against Chris while the SUV makes a violent swerve, the move so sudden and heart-stopping you blank out completely, all your thoughts dropping off a mental cliff like it didn't know was there.

A car horn blares, long and obnoxious and angry; it's Melvin doing that, you realize. "This dumb asshole," you hear him curse before he looks around his headrest. "Sorry, friends," he says.

"Wouldn't mind getting to the next spot in one piece," Chris jokes, one strong wrapped protectively around your shoulder, his other hand splayed against the tinted passenger window for purchase. "You okay?" he asks, looking down at you. The hard band of his Rolex digs into your shoulder, but it also works to remind you that you're still here and alive.

Your heart pace is just beginning to normalize as you raise yourself back into an upright position, brushing off his arm. "I'm fine, thanks. Are you okay? Is the shirt okay? I won't hear the end of it from Leland if it's not."

Chris straightens his collar with a dramatic flourish. "The shirt will remain intact."

"Speaking of things remaining intact," you begin, just as you catch the first sight of the Shangri-La in Chris' passenger window, "we're good for the rest of your interviews today, right? As in, no more going off-script like you just did?"

He leans back against the leather seat, arms folded before him. "I guess that depends. Are you going to free up one of my evenings while we're in Seoul like I've been asking you to?"

You hold back a sigh. There's more yet to unpack regarding Chris' behaviour, but the idea that he might pull this act again when you know his publicist is already going to call you up before the week closes does not bode well for you. It's Marianne who will sign off on the final cut of that Venturepop interview; you realize, with no small measure of relief, that she'll likely have the Kit Kat segment pulled out entirely. Who's to say what she'll make of the following interviews, though?

"Buddy, I'm trying. Right now the best I can do is smuggle you out of that Hyundai afterparty you promised Nick you'd attend. And come on now, you've already experienced South Korea enough times before, haven't you?"

There's a firm set in his jaw. "Are you going to work your magic for me or not?"

You hesitate, silently cursing Bong Joon-Ho or whoever it was he was trying to score brownie points with through this little foray in Seoul. Wasn't it Chris himself who mentioned to you that the director was set to make another movie in English? You can already imagine the stories he'll post on his Instagram, though you doubt Bong would be that impressed with such meagre level of devotion. Honestly, though? Whatever.

"If I do this, you'll keep to the script for the rest of today and the rest of the tour," you state. This would be it, your final push.

Without warning Chris reaches out, long fingers brushing strands of hair away from your face and over the curve of your ear. "Done."

You don't get much chance to react; through his passenger window, you can see a valet attendant pull his door open. Chris turns away from you to get out, but just as quickly whips his head back.

"And ditto? Make sure to be free that evening."

Chris being like, 'if I can't bargain with her to stay, I'll bargain with her for a date lol.'

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That 90s shows rubs me the wrong way, but I can still find enjoyment.

It really just needed someone to say "Hey, hold on, that wasn't very Tude of you, my dude." During production. 4K is understandable to record in, but man does it crap all over the potential artistry of the 90s. Just all over.

That and the camera work is awkward. Too often I was asking if the camera man could actually see what they were shooting entirely, so much deadspace, little concentration, it only hits randomly otherwise it's not bad throughout, but you'll have moments where you can physically put yourself in the cameraman's shoes and ask "wtf am I doing they're over here not there."

Ep1 had...indated? Modern chip bags in the background, which really just seems like a "no..duh, how did we get here..." Who brought anything modern on set, that's the real question.

Randomly, I'm talking I couldn't find a connective artistic reason, they add film grain to make it feel more like a VHS, but it's absolutely random, probably should've just added it throughout, it would've gone a long way to solve my next problem:

Way, way to clean cut. These actor's clothes are made for this series, I can physically feel the starchiness. Way too new, feel far too modern, clean af, no folds anywhere, and nothing that screams "90s" Idunno man, maybe old recordings made everyone look less clean cut, but 4K doesn't help when seeing these 3D models dropped into the real world. Like, a Pimple would be preferable to baby skin on these "15 year olds." Also maybe a tear in their clothes? It's the 90s, where's my damn broken jeans?

Y'know I thought I'd hate the characters, but nah, they aren't as good as that 70's, but it's the first 10 episodes compared to an entire series, season 1 was rough for 70s as well, so honestly, I can see a good future for all of them, other than Ozzie.

Look man, I get it. The second I heard him I knew it was pandering, and one that like...hits way too soon? Like he comes out 3rd or 4th episode. It's the 90s. A small town. I'm not asking for people to come make fun of Ozzie for being gay, I'm just asking for, you know, a more realistic interpretation of 90s gays. Without the androgynous voice. Though I do love Kitty's reaction, very whole 100 keanu. But holy shit the voice. Please god why. Like...okay, I'll let it slide, but...why? Artistically, whyyyy?

Then of course there's a Bi scene. Bro ya'll moving way too fast. If it matters ya gotta give it air to breathe before jumping straight into another gay storyline. It feels like a 1 2 of pandering back to back.

And look I'm not saying jack shit a republican would. I'm simply saying they made gay stories as a seperate entity to cover, and did it twice back to back. It's not treated as a "normal" event, is what I mean. It's just so rapidfire I had a whiplash of "Okay ya'll I get ya had 10 episodes but maybe pace yourselves."

Other than that, like everyone else has been saying, Red and Kitty carried it, but I do want these actor's to have a season 2. I want to see them get their footing before I truly judge it.

If it's cancelled, and it's netflix, then that's utter shite and makes me feel like it was made to fail. Let them spread their arms at least, they just got to the diving board. Honestly confident they could make it nearly as good as 70s if ya give them 3 seasons, 30 episodes minimum.

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Check In

What I Did Today

TOO much social media & online videos

Successfully fought the urge to get a new IG

Assigned people in my professional engineering squad their secret santa recipients

Fought urge to order out & actually ate what I had in my kitchen

Watched an AlgoExpert video

Got some sun & grocery shopped

Saw the girl who invited me to an event held by the only dudes I have slept with (one of whom is now engaged) was let go by sadi dudes; I offered her support and tried to relate without being like "I HATE THOSE GUYS TOO"...she kinda gave me a weird response...immediately regretted reaching out...seconds later, one of the said damn dudes reached out to invite me! I wanted to say, "So we just gone act like it never happened huh!?"...I don't know what to respond with...part of me is like, "let it go," the other part of me is like UGHHHH why can't I escape this!? I mean I could if I blocked them...I guess a part of me wants them to feel bad for what they did or apologize, which I know, from history, they'll never do...I could also just meet someone else there but idk...I've NEVER met anyone of promise at any of these stupid mixing events...I just always leave with a weird encounter...

Rented Alice & Wonderland...I've been trying to watch it for years...I may watch it in my "downtime" this week

First meeting w/my new therapist

Bought a gift for my secret santa recipient

My literal thought process ALL...DAY...LONG...: "Eat, then hop into work...okay maybe just watch a video...okay, one more and then get to it...okay, at least sit a the desk...*goes to YouTube, Twitter, etc.*...okay, find that series you like to watch...okay one more Great British Baking Show episode...what if you get tired while you're working...what if you're too cold...what if the heater is making you tired...okay meal time again...okay try to start again...*watches more vidoes*...what if I'm too old...what if I should try something else out...man I wish I had more fam support...what if I don't need to study this crap...am losing all the progress I've been building...UGH! get to work...will I be single forever...all these layoffs, if they don't have it, they'll be sure I don't get it...oh shoot...it's time to meet for the study group soon...you can't work, just start tomorrow...okay, it's after 7:30 PM, at least try to knock this one lesson out since she's doing it too, you don't want to be embarrassed again...should I work out tomorrow or just make up for lost time today..."

Added website blocker & time limits back to my desktop & phone

What I Learned Today

Linked lists...including doubly, circular, and doubly circular linked lists

Feeling

This staying focused thing is harder than I thought it would be...I need to build a bit more discipline

Fat

Apparently not scared enough to study as hard as I need to

Slightly paranoid about being vulnerable to YET another person who may not handle my feelings the way I need them to

Proud I did not NEED a nap today

Can y'all pray for me, please

Takeaways

I'm going to get there

I need to get up & move more during my day

I really appreciate the friend that took me out to Black Panther, suggested we start doing a bake exchange, and, today, encouraged me by telling me in our study session that she'd watch the same video I set out to watch...I wasn't going to do it, but that added pressure was just enough pressure I needed to do it today...mind you, she's going through a stressful time...we both are, but we are confiding in each other, helping each other along, and I am grateful...as someone who has been losing people left & right, I am grateful

How I Got Myself Out of a Rut Today

Confiding in a friend

Trying new creations

FINALLY finding a site that streams full episodes of the series that got me interested in Netflix in the first place years ago, The World's Most Extraordinary Homes...looking at that, I said, "Why NOT me!?"...then recommenced procrastinating for hours after that, but, it did get me up...I'm going to live in something like this one day:

youtube

Goals Completed

Found a therapist

Stopped listening to people worried about their own circumstances and remembering God works on his own time and that I am in no rush...

Got back on the ball

Being kinder to myself and stopping guilting myself if my energy isn't always on 100%

Goals After Today

Strengthen my relationship with God

Understand the main concepts I need to from Interview Cake, AlgoExpert, etc. in 6 months, NOT less than 3

Drop my body fat percentage to Marion Jones, Michaela Cole, or Jade Cargill levels

Consistently fight urge to fill up my time with social media/YouTube

Fully forgive my family & build a great relationship with them

Be more confident & faithful

250 steps/hour & 10k steps/daily consistently

Drink more than 64oz a day consistently

Go on a date with a guy I actually like who actually likes me too

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thuganomxcs · 1 year

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I dunno what Netflix did but whoever worked on the seventh season for OITNB was out for blood. That shit was an emotional roller coaster from start to finish, like damn. The show held me by the neck and was like ‘you think this was gonna end on a highnote?!’ (spoilers below)

I’m so proud of you Pensatucky, you were gone FAR too soon. That other shit with Red hit me hard cause that really brought me back to my own gramma that had the same affliction.

#❛ ooc ━━ i can be as gentle as the sky is wild.#jay watches orange is the new black

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twinkleimagines · 3 years

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*can we still be friends?*

You and Drew dated throughout high school and even college, but after college Drew decided to move to Atlanta, leaving you behind with a broken heart. Years later you find eachother by accident , and Drew wants to spark things back up.

WARNING : smut, language!

- also, this was not proof read so fair warning 😂

“ OH MY GOD!” You screamed as you looked over your recent email you had just received .

“ what?!” Your roommate yelled from her bedroom in panic. You met her in the hallway from your room, a wide grin on your face as you held your phone against your chest.

“ y/n if you don’t tell me what the hell you’re up here screaming for “ she replied before you turned your phone around facing her .

“ no fucking way “ she beamed in excitement as she read the email.

“ I got the part “ you grinned excitedly. You had been auditioning for acting parts since you had graduated college . You had gotten small one - two line scenes that paid decent but you had yet to get a big role. Today though you had gotten an email from your agent that you had gotten the role for a character on a new Netflix show called ‘ outer banks’ . You had gotten the role to be a pogue. You weren’t a main character but you were going to be definitely known on screen .

“ oh my fucking god!” She screamed out , you both jumping with excitement.

“Wait when do you start? Where are they filming?” She asked .

“ Charleston South Carolina ! It says I’m suppose to be there by tomorrow morning “ you beamed.

“ we’ll what the hell are you doing still standing here ?! Go pack! “ she demanded.

****

“Y/n you ready?” You agent asked from the Uber you were both in.

“ I am so ready” you beamed excitedly.

“ okay we’ll were meeting some of the producers and casts for a chemistry reading “ you looked over at her in confusion.

“ but I already did a chemistry reading “ you replied.

“ yes with the ‘ pogues’ “ she replied. “ your character is going to be having most her interactions with two ‘kooks’ and they just want to test the waters to see how well you guys don’t get along”. You shook your head.

“ oh, whatever “ you shrugged. It didn’t take long to get to the location that you would soon be filming at and you had honestly became overly excited.

“ Hi y/n I’m Jonas, we talked briefly over the phone a few times” Jonas said while shaking your hand.

“ yes I remember , hi!” You replied excitedly .

“ okay so I’m going to have you come into this room and then you and a couple of the other actors are just going to go over your lines , nothing to major” he reassured. You nodded in agreement following behind .

You walked in, almost stopping dead in your tracks as you scanned the room. There were three men, one you knew all too well.

“ this is Austin, Deion , and Drew.” Jonas spoke.

You didn’t hear much of what else Jonas was saying as you and Drew made eye contact, him seeming just as surprised as you. The tension between the two of you could be cut with a knife it was so thick, considering the last time you ever spoke to him ended horribly .

~~~

“ Drew” you said walking out from his bedroom at his moms house .

“ yeah princess “ he replied walking out of his mother’s kitchen towards you.

“ what’s this about Atlanta?” You asked holding up his laptop with a search history for apartments in Atlanta Georgia. He sighed nervously running his hands through his hair.

“ princess I was going to tell you” he replied stepping forward. You quickly stepped back scoffing while shaking your head .

“ tell me what drew?” It was pretty obvious what the answer was but you were angry and wanted to hear it from his own mouth. Drew sat for a second, knowing everything was about to fall apart once he told you his plans.

“ I’m moving to Atlanta “ he responded finally, his eyes lowering to to the ground. Even though you subconsciously knew what he was going to say, once he finally did it really hit you hard.

“ drew” you responded in disappointment. “ you know I have one year left in school I can’t move to Atlanta “ you replied. It was true , Drew was a year older than you . You had gotten together your sophomore year in high school while he was a junior and been together ever since. You even went to the same college as him so you guys would be together . You both were passionate on the same career which made it easier, but the fact that when it was his turn to wait on you he wouldn’t.

“ princess I know , I figured we can do a long distance thing” your eyes widened in shock.

“ Drew you’re going to be a whole state away are you serious?!”you replied, your hands thrown in the air .

“Y/n there’s no opportunities for me here , you know I’ve always wanted to go to the big cities to pursue in acting .” He replied his voice now rising as well.

“ yeah but” you responded, your voice lowering as tears began to form in your eyes. “ you’re leaving me behind” . It hurt so bad that Drew was leaving. Of course you wanted him to prosper in life but you had been doing everything and even putting some job opportunities on hold so you wouldn’t be away from him, but the one time it was his turn, you weren’t his choice .

“ y/n-“

“ no just forget it Drew. Enjoy Atlanta” you responded before leaving towards his room to pack your stuff, soon leaving Drew’s home, never speaking to him again.

~~~

“ Rafe and Callie- go ahead with your scene” Jonas asked as he pointed down to the sheet of paper going over a short scene between the two of your characters .

“ listen Callie you and your dirty pogues need to stay off of figure 8 ok” Drew spoke with hatred, looking up at you waiting for your response .

“ you know what” you replied sitting up in your seat. “ you kooks are all the same . “ you spat out . You could feel anger building among yourself , not because of getting into character, but more because of your true anger towards Drew was beginning to flow out.

“ is that so?” He relied.

“ YES Rafe!” You interrupted. “ you only care about yourself. You’re all selfish and self centered. You always get what you want no matter who gets hurt in the way” Drew sat for a second. He could tell from the look on your face that even though those words were written for Rafe, he knew you meant it directly towards him.

“ the only dirty one here is you Rafe “ you spat out, scolding him from a cross the table . You quickly were snapped out of your trance when you heard clapping from the side of you, Jonas laughing with excitement.

“ man that’s exactly what I’m talking about sweet heart!” He said pointing at you. You chuckled before glancing at Drew , seeing him almost look, upset?

—

It didn’t take you long to find your way to your trailer . All of your excitement about the new gig had gone flying out the window the moment you realized one of the cast members was the same person who shattered your heart years ago.

If we’re being honest , Drew was the reason you had made it to where you were now . Not to give him full credit , but after he chose to pursue in his career and not you, you had decided for yourself you would do nothing but make it to the top and make sure that you never chose anyone over yourself again and was all you had been doing at this point.

You sat staring at yourself in your mirror before you heard a gentle knock against your trailer.

Your stomach did somersaults as you knew exactly who it was. You hesitated for a second before you finally got up from your chair, making your way to the door.

You rolled your eyes as you saw the tall brunette standing behind the door of your trailer . You turned away, letting him in as you went to your couch.

“ Well uhm” he spoke nervously , running his hands through his hair. You looked up at him in anger as you waited for him to respond.

“ I wanted to see you.” He responded making his way over to you. “ it’s been a while” he finished now standing directly above you. You scoffed crossing your arms .

“ you can say that” you mumbled.

“ look I know we left on bad terms-“

“ no Drew you left on bad terms. Let’s clear that up “ you interrupted standing up. Drew took a step back giving you space before nodding, looking down.

“ I understand why you’re upset . But I want you to know I wasn’t leaving you. I was just leaving North Carolina. There were bigger opportunities out there for me and I was going to get them started staying back at home. I just-“ you put your hand in the space between you and him.

“ Drew you left me “ you responded, your voice s bit softer than it was. “ I went to the same school as you so we could be together. I turned down so many opportunities for us. I put my life on hold-“

“ I never asked you to!” Drew responded finally snapping. You sat for a second, shocked at his words . “ and if we’re being honest I would’ve never ask you to” you shook your head in disbelief . Your anger was causing you to be blind to the truth Drew was saying. He was absolutely right but you had never sat back and thought about it.

“ you know what Drew” you spat out, tears beginning to form once again. “ it’s a good thing you’re playing the kook king- yanno since he’s so damn selfish”.

Drew was taken back from your words. You didn’t mean it at all but you were so built up with anger from why a happened years ago that the words just slipped out. Drew nodded his head slowly before making his way out of your trailer without another word said .

You gasped, realizing how harsh you were to him. your hand flew to your mouth as you let out sobs thinking about the words you had just said

You sat silently in your trailer as you thought about the conversation you had just had . You knew Drew was right. He never actually told you to do any of the things you had done, you had just done them because you believed the relationship was more important than your goals in life. And now you realize it was really you who had left Drew. You could’ve worked through long distance, and followed him to Atlanta later but instead you left your selfishness and anger get the best of you.

You realized it was really you who needed to apologize so you quickly gathered your composer before making your way outside, searching for Drew’s trailer. Once you had found it you began frantically knocking , only for no one to answer.

“ y/n?” You heard from behind you. You turned around for it to be Drew. You wanted to do nothing but run and wrap your arms around him but instead you stood still, looking at him with puffy eyes.

“I-I’m sorry “ you blurted out. Drew’s eyes widened before he grabbed your arm .

“C’mon let’s take this somewhere more private” he spoke , guiding you into his trailer before shutting g the door behind you.

“ Drew you were right . I was just so mad I couldn’t even see that it was really me being selfish. And for that I am so sorry. “ Drew sat quietly , listening to go on and on about how sorry you were even though he had forgave you before he had even dry your own trailer.

“ y/n” he responded interrupting you during your rant . “ y/n just hush for a second” he responded with a slight chuckle . You nodded, wiping your face.

“ y/n I was wrong for not communicating with you. I should’ve chased you and brought you with, and if long distance wouldn’t have worked - I should’ve stayed behind and waited until you finished school” he responded grabbing a hold of your hand. You should your head in disagreement.

“ no, because you wouldn’t be here” you responded .

“ well regardless- I have missed you so damn much” he relied before pulling you towards him, placing his lips against yours. It was weird but such a familiar feeling that you hadn’t even realized how much you had missed it as well.

After both pulled away from the kiss, Drew looked down at you, grinning.

“ what “ you scoffed with a smirk following .

“ I can’t believe we’re about to play enemies on this show “ he spoke out causing you both to laugh loudly.

*****

It had been over a month since you and Drew reconnected. Things had definitely began to look up for the both of you. You had made many friends amongst the cast and even though you and Drew weren’t dating, feelings were definitely sparking between the two.

“ what are you up to tonight?” Drew asked as you both sat in the field , watching the cast film a scene.

“ I was honestly going to just stay in my apartment and watch tv tonight. You?” You responded, leaned back against the grass propped up on your hands.

“ oh” he replied, looking back out into the field.

“ I am making mom‘s chicken casserole so I was going to see if maybe they wanted to come over and have some?” He asked. You grinned. His mother’s chicken casserole was one of your favorite dinners she had ever made and Drew knew that. You nodded with a grin plastered across your face causing Drew too smile as well. You could almost say his cheeks were turning red.

***

You sighed heavily as you looked over your outfit in your mirror in your bathroom. You wanted to look cute, but casual so you dressed in jeans and a loose pink tank, a few pieces of jewelry and tennis shoes.

It was obvious that you were beyond nervous to see him because despite being around Drew, this was the first time you both were going to spend one on one quality time together without somebody else including themselves in. just being able to be around him though and spending time with him even if it included others, you had regrown the feelings you once had for Drew over time, but you weren’t sure at this point if the feelings were mutual. Drew had changed and matured so much over the few years you had been away , and of course you had too so things were the same , but very different.

“ hey” Drew said with a smile as he opened the door, seeing you stand on the other side.

“ hey” you grinned slyly before walking in.

“ mmmm” you moaned out, smelling the food in the oven. “ boy does that bring back memories .” Drew chuckled before scratching the back of his head nervously .

“ yeah I was thinking the same” he replied before making his way into the kitchen, opening the oven to check on it.

You looked around his apartment. It was crazy to see that his style in furniture and agriculture was still the same as it was when he was younger.

It almost made you sad that you had missed out on Drew’s growth since college. You quickly shook the sadness feeling away before making your way next to him , watching contently as he took the pan out of the oven.

“ oooohh yum” you beamed excitedly placing your hands together in front of you.

“ want to grab the plates?” He asked as he grabbed a spatula to help break the chicken up. You nodded before making your way to his cabinet, grabbing two plates out. It was quiet as you both fixed your plates, making your way to his couch. Since the producers only provided studio sized apartments for the time you were there , there wasn’t much space for tables so it was either the couch or standing.

“ Drew, I know I haven’t said this yet, but I am so proud of you” you finally spoke, breaking the silence. He looked over at you , a grin forming against his face as he chewed through his bite.

“ I’m serious “ you responded , not taking your eyes off of Drew. “ imagine if I really held you back like I tried . You wouldn’t be where you’re at now.“ you said. It was almost like you were saying it to yourself . You were finally realizing that it was you in the wrong in the long run. To even ask Drew to stay behind and not follow his dreams was just selfish .

“Y/n stop beating yourself over this okay? We’ve both made decisions in the past that we regret but look at us now” he responded. He didn’t need to go into detail but he was right . It became silent once again, just the sound of his tv going in the background ( that neither of you were actually paying attention to) .

“ this honestly tastes just like your moms” you laughed out in shock.

“ yanno why do you sound so surprised?” He jokingly argued, his head cocked towards you.

“ because Drew” you laughed out thinking of the memory you were about to speak of. “ you couldn’t even cook your hot pocket in the microwave without burning it” you both laughed as you thought about Drew’s multiple attempts to cooking that never worked out. When the laughing between you two died down, Drew stared intently into your eyes before he leaned in, placing his lips against yours. Your body immediately pushed forward towards his, pressing into the kiss.

Your eyes widened once you realized what was happening before pulling away, placing your hands over your mouth.

“ Drew” you spoke out softly. You were so unsure on whether this was really what he wanted that you didn’t want him to do something he’d regret.

“ y/n it’s okay” he reassured gently, before placing his hands against the side of your face, placing his lips against yours once again. This time you caved in, your hands finding their way to the back of his head, your fingers intwining through his hair.

You moaned slightly as his hands pressed firmly against your hips, pulling you up onto his lap. You began moving your hips against his, pressing your crotch against his for friction. Drew’s long fingers pressed against your bottom as he pushed you forward against him, deep throaty groans following behind.

“ lay down on the couch “ he demanded , his voice low and deep. You and Drew had slept together of course when you were younger , but something seemed different this time, more dominant was more like it. You bit your bottom lips as you removed yourself from Drew, quickly pushing your jeans down and off of you before laying down across the couch as Drew had instructed, your head landed on the arm rest.

Drew hovered over you, placing sloppy kisses down your neck, trailing down to your breast. You watched intensely as he pulled your breast out from above your shirt , groping them in his large hands. You hissed slightly as he pinched around your exposed nipple before placing your right nipple in his mouth.

You closed your eyes in pure bliss, your bottom lip pressed in between your teeth.

Your eyes reopened when you felt his fingers tuck under your underwear, before tugging them down , tossing them next to where your pants laid. Your eyes furrowed together . In all the years you had been together, Drew had never given you head . He was just too insecure that he wouldn’t do it good so seeing him down there , his lips trailing up your thigh to your heated core was beyond shocking.

You gasped loudly as he finally placed his mouth where you wanted him, his tongue doing one long stroke against your slit before lightly sucking on your clit.

“ Drew” you moaned out . You were tempted to ask where he learned this from but you knew that wouldn’t be an appropriate question nor would you really want to hear the answer.

At this point Drew was doing wonders on your heated area, so much that you couldn’t even hold the moans in. The way his tongue and finger both simultaneously worked against you had you coming to your orgasm quicker than anything.

“ fuck Drew!” you moaned out as you bucked your hips up against his face as you felt that familiar tingle feeling. Before you could even finish your climax, Drew’s lips clashed against yours, your own taste filling your mouth as his tongue fought for dominance over yours. Drew reached in between the two of you , , pulling his rock hard member out before before quickly sliding into your already soaking wet core.

Your arms looped under his as your hands landed on his back, your nails immediately began to dig as his hips moved at a fast pace against yours . Your body rocked against his couch as he pounded in you over and over, his member filling you more than you had ever remembered. He placed his lips against yours again as you let uncontrollable moans.

Drew placed one hand against the arm of the couch, his bicep flexing over your head as he continued to grind himself into you at continuous beat.

“ god I’m getting close” he groaned out , his words barely audible as he became out of breath from moving so fast .

You quickly wrapped your legs around him, causing him to go in even deeper than before . He threw his head back in pleasure , the veins in his neck popping out as his thrusts became sloppy. You pressed your lips deep against his as you felt yourself cum around him as well as his movements began to slow down, eventually becoming to a haunt.

Drew sat for a second, his forehead placed against yours as he caught his breath before he sat back up off of you, helping you sit up.

It was quiet as you both cleaned yourself before you sat back down on the couch next to him, still slightly worn out.

“ damn Drew “ you laughed out, running your now tangled hair towards the back of your head . “ you fucked the shit out of me “ you stated, causing him to chuckle.

“ like I said , I really missed you over those years” he said with a cocky smirk following . You shook your head while grinning, turning your eyes away from him.

“ do you maybe want to stay the night?” He asked , this time with seriousness. You looked over at him, a smile present on your face .

“ yeah I’d like that” you responded.

Maybe what they say is true.

If it’s meant to be, it’ll find its way back. ❤️

*****

I almost deleted this whole thing because Idk just didn’t really like it but I know I’ve been incognito for almost a week so I figured I’d post it anyways. Another fic called ‘Keep your hands to yourself ‘will be posted tonight though so anyone want to be tagged let me know ❤️

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gretavansteph · 2 years

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Sunshine 2 | Josh Kiszka

hope you enjoy part 2!

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After the whole “I’m so gross my own best friend even thinks so” incident you went straight home, locked yourself in the restroom and set up camp in the bathtub. Yup, the bathtub. It brought you comfort on your off days and you weren’t exactly sure why, but whether it was in the shower or in the bathtub you were always comfortable enough to let your mind wander for however long you needed to. It wasn’t a secret to anyone unfortunately, especially the boys. They had found you in there countless of times snuggled up with a blanket and either a book, or your laptop playing some random movie on Netflix, whichever you were in the mood for at the time. Your tub time wasn’t always caused by something super bad, just the days where you felt a little bit more sad than usual and you needed a safe, quiet place to sink your feet back in the ground.

Speaking of ground, the one in your bathroom had small batches of dirt here and there that you had trailed inside from sitting on the ground at the bonfire. That stupid bonfire.

You glared at the dirt on the floor. Stupid ground. Stupid dirt.

How could you have been so stupid? Making it so obvious that you had been bothered by the fact that Josh hadn’t wanted to kiss you. You wanted to cry, and you had but there wasn’t any tears left to cry anymore. You couldn’t blame him, not when he doesn’t know how you even feel, but damn it still hurt like a bitch. At this point you were just stuck in the friendzone, way in the deep pits of it and you didn’t see a way out.

You sat in the tub for who knows how long, letting your mind run a million miles a minute. Your butt had gone numb and all you wanted to do was crawl in your bed and never leave. So that’s what you did. You made your way over to your bed, dug your phone out from under the covers where you had tossed it when you first got home, and plugged it in to the charger. You couldn’t bother to shower, it’s not like you planned on going anywhere any time soon so you pulled your bra out from under your shirt, and flung it somewhere with your dirt covered shorts. You flopped down onto your bed and crawled under the heaps of blankets. One big blanket wasn’t enough, you had to have multiple options so you slept with six.

Making yourself comfortable was easy, but falling asleep wasn’t. You tossed and turned and flip flopped around on the bed. At one point your head was at the foot of the bed and your feet were propped up against the headboard. You just couldn’t do it, couldn’t fall asleep no matter how hard you tried. You grabbed your phone to try and tire yourself out, but quickly realized it was a mistake. As soon as you opened it, pictures of the guys and your other friends at the bonfire showed up. You were in some of the pictures too, having been taken before you ran off. There was pictures of you with Josh, holding him tightly around his neck, his cheek mushed with your cheek and the biggest smiles on your faces. There was pictures of you and Jake, cheering Sammy on as he kneeled on the ground and chugged his drink, having got Iced by you and Jake of course.

Those pictures were fine, they made you smile slightly. But the ones with Josh, those are the ones that hurt. You had always somehow stupidly hoped that one day he would feel the same. It had been years for fucks sake and nothing! You were 23, and you had met him when you were 4, and still nothing. From him obviously, for you your love for him just grew. It grew and grew and grew and these days it was hard to contain. You just wanted to kiss him, hug him in a more intimate way one that wasn’t meant for best friends but for a lover, a partner. You wanted to be that for him. To a certain extent you were number one in his life, aside from his family of course. But never in the way you wanted it to be. You were selfish, this you were aware of, always secretly wanting more from him but never saying so, just hoping he would one day realize that you were meant to be together. But that day wasn’t going to come, not after tonight. No, after tonight you were his sister that also happened to be his best friend. You were shit out of luck.

Eventually you put your phone away, having stared at his smiling face for hours, and rolled over with a sigh. The sun was peeking through your bedroom window. Great, not only did you feel like death but now you could look like it too from the lack of sleep.

It was quiet as you laid there, except for the hum of the air conditioning through out the house. The birds outside could be heard happily chirping away, almost as if they were mocking you. You scoffed at them, knowing damn well they couldn’t actually hear you, and pulled the blankets over your head.

“I just need some time,” you said to yourself. “Some time to get my head on straight and forget and move on.”

“Move on from what?”

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! What the hell!”

You shot up from under your blankets. Your heart beating wildly in your chest, your eyes wide as could be. You glared at the intruder, watching as he threw his head back and laughed like this was the funniest shit he had ever seen.

“Oh, it’s you. What do you want and how the hell did you get in here?”

Jake finally pulled himself together, long enough to walk over to your bed and make himself comfortable next to you. He held a bag in one hand, and a drink holder in the other. Your stomach growled at the smell and he handed you the bag and a drink with a smile.

“Good morning to you too, sunshine.” he smiled.

Mumbling a ‘thank you’ you unwrapped the breakfast burrito and watched him as you ate, waiting for him to answer your questions.

"Why are you just staring at me?”

You stopped chewing and gave him a really? look.

“Oh right!” he smacked your shoulder, almost knocking the drink out of your hands. “I figured I’d come and check on you, I don’t know what the hell happened last night but we were all worried and I wanted to be the first to find out the scoop so I came here before anyone else could.” he said, kicking his boots off and sitting criss cross on your bed facing you. “You look like shit by the way do you not own a hairbrush?”

You rolled your eyes at him and took a sip of your drink. It was hot tea, your favorite in the mornings.

“First of all,” you started. “You still didn’t tell me how the hell you got in here. And second of all,” you whacked him upside the head. “I do own a hair bush, but I was just rudely woken up by you, so sorry I didn’t have enough time to get ready for my unplanned visitor.”

He pouted as he rubbed the spot on his head where you whacked him, mumbling a quiet ‘asshole’ but still loud enough for you to hear.

“We made copies of the copy key you gave Josh, that’s how I got in here.” he said.

You looked at him weirdly. It didn’t bother you, they were always here anyway whenever you weren’t at their place, but it was still surprising to hear cause you had no idea. But honestly you didn’t expect anything different from these hooligans.

“Okay, weird ass.” you finally said. “So do y’all just secretly stalk me or something?”

He gave you a really? look, the same one you gave him earlier.

“Anyways,” he sighed. “Are you going to tell me what happened last night and why you ran off?”

You took a big bite of your burrito, trying to mumble around the food.

“Shorry, can’t falk wif my mouf foo”

He looked at you in disgust, watching your chewed up food move around your mouth, some of it even falling out. “You’re literally disgusting, but it’s okay I can wait until you finish eating.” he said, and sat patiently as you glared at him while you finished your food.

Finally taking the last sip of your tea, you put the trash in the bag he brought and bunched it up as you stood up from your bed, making your way towards the restroom.

Jake sat up on your bed and watched you walk away. “Um, where are you going?” he asked.

“Sorry Jakey no time to chat, I have to take a shower and brush my hair remember?”

You walked into your restroom and hurried to close the door behind you and lock it. You looked at yourself in the mirror and cringed.

“He was right, I do look like shit.” you mumbled to yourself.

You heard movement outside the door, and then his voice. “I told you, Y/N. Now hurry up, I’ll be in the kitchen when you’re done. I’m not leaving until you give me the tea.”

Dammit.

You glared at the door, but made your way to the shower. Might as well start the day.

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When you finally emerged out of the soothing comfort of your steamy shower, you felt a little better. Not by much, but at least you didn’t look so much like ass anymore, at least that’s what Jake had said. He also said you looked like a farmer when you came to meet him in the kitchen. You had thrown on some short overalls and a white crop top underneath, paired with your red hightop chucks.

You rolled your eyes at his comment, knowing damn well he was lying after that one time he got piss drunk and told everyone you looked so cute in overalls and that he wanted to put you in his pocket. Yeah you didn’t know why either, he’s weird when he’s drunk.

“Anyways,” you finally said. “Make yourself useful and help me water the plants.”

He happily followed you into your backyard, and you both grabbed a hose and began watering the plants.

Your backyard was one of the things you cherished most in this world. That’s why whenever it came to you looking for your own place, you knew you wanted a house with a big backyard to cover in plants and flowers. There was fruits and vegetables growing everywhere. Your fruit trees you lined against the fence, all around. And your vegetable plants were in the middle. Your flowers were growing around the back porch, around the front porch, out by your mailbox, and pretty much anywhere there was spare room. In the middle of it was a big shady canopy. There was a wooden picnic table you had painted, random doodles all around. It looked like a child’s art project and you loved it. There was a blackstone, your baby, and a small fire pit with a stack of chopped wood off to the side. You had to walk through all sorts of plants to get to the middle where the canopy was, and you loved it. Sometimes you could come and have breakfast out here, or the guys would come over and grill and you all would hangout. There was also a trampoline off to the side close to the side door that led out to the front yard. That was more for the boys than for you but you loved it anyway.

You talked to your plants as you watered them, offering them compliments and soft brushes against their leaves to help them grow. The boys teased you about it, but when you weren’t looking they would secretly do it too. They knew how much your plants meant to you, and they really enjoyed the peace your garden had to offer.

You finished watering the plants and made yourselves comfortable on your porch swing, looking out into your yard as the sun shone on all the greenery.

“So,” Jake started.

Oh God, you thought. Here we go.

“What happened last night?” he finally asked.

You sighed, you didn’t want to tell him. But you also didn’t not want to tell him. You hated keeping secrets, especially from them. They knew you better than anyone, as you did them, but this was different. This was years in the making, and it wasn’t easy. It wasn’t simple, it was anything but. You knew he would understand, and you knew he wouldn’t judge you. You guys would joke around, you all would. But you also all knew when to take a step back and on put on a serious face and be there for your friends.

“Y/N?” his voice broke you from your thoughts. You looked over at him as he watched you with concern. “It seems like it’s pretty serious, it’s never this hard to get something out of you.”

You sighed again, but offered him a small smile.

“Listen Jake-”

“Aww man! You guys watered the plants without us?”

And there goes your chance.

You both turned around to face your backdoor, that was sliding open as Sam and Danny walked through it. You mentally sighed in relief, not seeing Josh, but you were curious as to where he was.

As if reading your mind, Danny spoke up. “He’s at home, nursing a bad ass hangover.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. Sam and Danny each took up one of the hammocks across from you and Jake, making themselves comfortable.

“So Jake,” Sammy said, looking over at you both. “You get the tea yet or what?”

You rolled your eyes, this kid had no filter ever.

Jake sighed as loudly as he could, slumping his shoulder in exaggeration. “No,” he said sadly.

“You guys are nosey as hell.” you said, looking at both Jake and Sam.

“Hey we’re just worried about you, you’ve been off since we got home and last night you can’t deny that it was weird as hell. You killed our vibe dude, that’s not cool. And then you took off.” Sammy said, earning a smack from Danny for being rude. You laughed, knowing he didn’t mean it in a bad way, but still gave Danny a look saying thanks.

“I just wasn’t feeling good-” you started to say, but they all cut you off in unison.

“Bullshit!” they all yelled. Looking at each other wide eyed, they all yelled again. “Jinx you owe me a beer!”

You laughed as they continued yelling at each other, eventually losing count of who owed who what, but then they turned to you and gave you a knowing look. Danny was the one to speak up, he was always more gentle than the others. He was like a fluffy marshmallow and you loved him for it.

“We know that’s not it, Y/N. That doesn’t happen with you. If you weren’t feeling good we know you would’ve just stayed home and we would’ve stayed with you.” he said. Damn them for knowing you so well. He continued, “Please tell us what’s going on, we just want to help.”

You looked around at all of them, they all had looks of worry. You didn’t mean to worry them, but being as close as you were you all picked up on things very easily, especially when someone wasn’t being honest, like you weren’t.

“I’m sorry guys,” you started, offering them small smiles. “I don’t mean to make you worry, I’ve just kind of been feeling off these last few days. But I’ll be fine, I’m okay.”

They all looked at you, not believing a single thing you had just said. You gave them the same look. “Damn sorry, I thought you guys would’ve bought that.” you said.

Jake scoffed. “How stupid do you think we are?”

You looked over at him. “Do you really want me to answer that?”

He rolled his eyes and shoved your shoulder a little, and you both turned towards Sam as he spoke. “You were fine the whole night until we started playing spin the bottle, that’s when you looked pained as hell. So what happened between then and you leaving?”

Well, if they weren’t onto you before, they sure as hell were now.

“Look, I already told you it was nothing. I just wasn’t feeling good maybe the alcohol didn’t sit well with me I’m not sure I just-”

“Bullshit!”

You turned to face Jake next to you as he grinned.

“I’m serious,” you started to say, only to be cut off again. ”Bullshit!” This time by Danny. He mouthed a quick ‘sorry’ as he shrugged his shoulder.

“Look, I’m-”

“Bullshit!” this time it was Sam.

You glared at the three of them as they all stared at you with stupid smiles. Any time you tried to open your mouth to say something, one of them would cut you off by yelling bullshit. You were starting to feel annoyed and cornered and that wasn’t a good mix. You tried making a run for it, but Jake pulled you back by your ankle, almost making you eat shit in the process but thankfully you caught yourself. And that’s how you ended up laying on the porch swing on your stomach as Jake sat on your legs.

“Let me go!” you huffed from underneath him.

He grinned at you and poked your nose with the tip of his finger. “Nope!”

You looked at Sam and Danny for help, but they both shook their heads. You wiggled around under Jake and tried pushing him off, but nothing was working. You were growing tired, and angry. And Jake was heavy so it made you hot and sweaty. They talked amongst themselves as you tried fighting off Jake but to no avail. Eventually you gave up, you were tired. Really tired. Emotionally and physically. You felt your eyes begin to burn as you felt the tears coming. You didn’t want them to fall, you tried not to let them, but you couldn’t do it.

Once they heard you sniffle, Sam and Danny jumped over to you as Jake jumped off you.

“You fat ass! You were probably crushing her!” Sam yelled, whacking Jake on the arm.

Jake pouted and rubbed the sore spot. “Ow! Asshole! I wasn’t even sitting on her I was sitting on her legs!”

As they argued back and forth, Danny helped you sit up. He sat next to you and rubbed your back as you silently cried. You tried stopping the tears but they just kept coming. That and Sam and Jake arguing and Danny next to you and the heat of the day was too much. You felt overwhelmed. Last nights events rushing back with the feelings of sadness you felt, it was just too much. You just couldn’t help it.

“I’m in love with your stupid brother!”

Jake and Sammy stopped arguing, and Danny’s hand stopped on your back.

You looked up wide eyed, tears still falling but you were in shock. Did you really say that? Oh my god you did.

Jake and Sammy shared a look, and as they turned to you they spoke.

“Wait, me?!” they both said, fingers pointed at their chests.

You gave them a look, but Danny was the one that spoke for you.

“Really?” he deadpanned.

It took them a minute to realize, bless their souls. But eventually they did.

“Oh,” they said. “Oh.”

It was quiet for a few minutes, the four of you gathering your thoughts. Eventually, Sammy spoke up. “So, how long?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. They looked at you like you were crazy and in that moment you probably were, but you just laughed. Once you settled down, you wiped your tears and sighed. “Since I first met you guys.” you said, and they gasped.

“Y/N!”

“That’s almost 20 years are you insane!”

“And you never said anything?!”

Jake and Sam took turns going back and forth, Danny had resumed rubbing your back and you just stared at them. Waiting for them to settle down and let you speak. You might as well tell them everything now, you’ve already spilled enough. “Okay guys,” you said, holding your hand up. “Can I talk?”

Sammy rolled his eyes and sighed. “I mean shit, Y/N, if you must.”

You laughed, and sat up a little, ready to spill your deepest darkest secret.

And you did. And they listened. You told them about when you guys first met, how you were drawn to Josh for some reason. How you felt most comfortable around him, and how your favorite place to be was in his presence. They offered comments here and there, an occasional “aww” or a “why the fuck wasn’t it me I’m hotter” that made you roll your eyes but you still continued. You told them every single detail, and they felt for you when you told them that story from the seventh grade. You didn’t leave out any details, except maybe for the ones where you cried yourself to sleep but they didn’t need to know that.

“And so last night when I was heavily friend zoned slash sister zoned I just couldn’t be around it and I needed to leave,” you concluded. “And I’m sorry for running off like that, and Jake I’m sorry I ran from you like that, I know you were only trying to help but I just needed to be alone.”

Jake patted your leg from where he sat on the floor in front of you and offered you a smile. “It’s okay, Y/N.” he said. “I understand now it wasn’t anything personal.”

You smiled in return and laid your head on Danny’s shoulder. “So there it is,” you said with a sigh. “That’s the whole kettle.”

They all chuckled at your shitty joke, and Sam spoke up.

“Well shit, Y/N. Talk about whipped. Why don’t you tell him?”

You shot up from your seat with wide eyes. “Eff that! Why would I? So he can tell me again that I’m his sisterly best friend? Hard pass.” you walked around the boys and made your way into the kitchen. They followed of course, and took a seat at the stools around the island.

“You never know, what if he secretly has feelings for you too? It wouldn’t be that bad to just-”

You turned around and faced Sam. “I swear to God Samuel if you tell him anything, I will cheese grate your ballsack while it’s attached and feed it to you.”

His face turned pale as he sat there gaping at you, he looked like a fish, his mouth opening and closing the way that it was. Jake and Danny shared a look and slowly leaned back in their stools, crossing their legs over their goods.

“Um,” Sam stuttered. He coughed and cleared his throat. “So anyways, crazy ass, I guess we won’t say anything.” you sighed in relief. “But, do you just never plan on saying anything?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but someone else beat you to it.

“Say anything about what?”

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missblissy · 3 years

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Human Alastor x reader playing Bowling? (Idk i just like that type of date hhaha) Maybe just them or maybe with friends

((>W>.............................. js I hate bowling. But I love you nonny, so for you..... I made this. ENJOY!! Sorry for the wait *cries*))

How goes bowling these days? Is that even still a thing? And why would anyone want to go bowling other than to drink? But no one drinks have the time... people just go for the pin and balls. Maybe it had to do with long and round phallic objects and balls rolling around. Regardless, your friends had dragged you to go bowling for whatever reason. And you decided to drag Alastor along because if you had to suffer, so did your boyfriend. It was also a bonus that he got along with your friends as well... some of them at least.

It was Charlie's idea mostly. She was someone who always wanted to go out and try new things. It was something she lived by apparently because this week's new activity was bowling at one of those dark neon allies with an arcade built-in. Charlie managed to talk her girlfriend, Vaggie, into coming too. Angel came because he also assumed there would be drinks but found out there wasn't a damn bar inside. You honestly had no idea how or why Husk was even there because he was completely and entirely miserable. If you had to guess it had something to do with you forcing Alastor to come.

Anyways, you and your little group of friends had found themselves staring down an alley with those silly little shoes on. Angel wouldn't wear his though, he wouldn't let their piss shade of yellow clash with his outfit.

You were sitting in plastic chairs next to Angel as you watched Charlie and Alastor go up next. You had two lanes so they went together. Angel sat next to you, he grabbed an arm behind you on the back of your chair and leaned in, "Five bucks says Allie gets the gutter," He whispered loud enough for Alastor to hear. You giggled as you saw your boyfriend's brow twitch and ignore the comment.

There was a second there that you were tempted to say something back to Angel but you were interrupted by the loud clash and computer saying "Strike!" You looked up and saw that Charlie was still holding her bowling ball. But walking away with a smirk on his face, Alastor's smug pride gleamed off him. The shock on everyone's face only made him boast to himself even more. When did Alastor find the time to get good at bowling.

As he sat down next to you, he threw Angel's arm away from you and replaced it with his own, though he was sure to wrap his fingers around your shoulder and bring you closer to him. He never liked Angel, and he was always so overly protective when it came to you anyways, so it wasn't welcomed that the boy was so close to you. Even if he was a guy. Competition is competition, it doesn't matter who they are, Alastor didn't like sharing you. Period.

"How... Did you do that?" You asked him.

Alastor shrugged and watched as Charlie threw her bowling ball right into the gutter, "I'm perfect at everything I do, dear." That was supposed to be satire.

Angel rolled his eyes and with a huff, he crossed his arms, "You can't fuck." He deadpanned.

Instincts kicked in and you ducked seconds before Alastor nearly climbed over you and punched Angel in the face. He missed and got him in the shoulder instead.

"Leave Alastor and his fuckless life alone," Husk said as he got up from his seat, "Some people are just better than the rest of us sexual deviants," He took his turn bowling soon after saying that. Vaggie went next as well. She choose to keep her mouth shut on all this.

But even Charlie had something to say, "Come on guys," She awkwardly waved her hands, trying to calm everyone down, "If you're going to fight take it outside this time. I don't want to get kicked out of another place of business..."

"He won't fight me, he'd know I'd deck him in the head and give 'em a one-two combo real quick like last time." Angel reminded everyone, and you all collectively remembered Angel clocked Alastor in the face at a bar after a heated argument. Alastor went out like a light and broke his nose on the way down. You looked at him and saw the little kink in his nose from that night.

You sighed and reached down into your pocket and pulled out your wallet. You grabbed a random twenty and handed it to Angel, "I'll give you this and two cigs if you go outside for ten minutes."

Angel gave you a snotty look, somewhat offended that you'd even offer such a thing. But he knitted his brows, snatched your twenty-dollar bill, and stole two cigarettes from the pack you left laying next to you on your seat, "I'm gonna find a bar on this fucking street- I'll be back later, losers."

You could still feel the rage simmer off Alastor even after Angel left. Though you didn't have time to say anything to him. It was your turn to go up. And now that Angel was gone, you didn't want to go up there and make a fool of yourself alone... Half your plan was to have Angel bowl next to you so that no one would notice how bad you were.

"Um-" You said as everyone waited for you to go, "I'd...uh... Um. I don't know hooow-" You were cut off as Alastor quickly got up and pulled you up with him.

He dragged you to the lane and got a bowling ball for you, "Hold this," He said. You noticed his anger from before had all but melted away. Alastor gave you a charming smile and stood beside you, "Copy me. Like when we dance."

You blinked at him a few times then did was he said. He held his hand up, pretending he had a ball. You copied him and did the same. He brought his hands to his chest, stepped forward, swung his arm back then forward again. You smiled at him and did the same, but you actually threw a ball. It rumbled down the lane and crashed into a couple pins. At least you didn't get the gutter.

"See? That easy," Alastor smiled at you. He place a hand on your arm and pressed a kiss on your cheek. He grabbed your hand in his and asked, "Do you want to see if they have any vending machines in the arcade? We can get some snacks?" Which was code for do you want to sneak away for a second?

"Sure," You quickly agreed while locking your fingers with his. The two of you scurried off with him. The second you were out of eyesight and safe behind a wall, Alastor gave you a more proper kiss.

He pulled away and asked, "Why did we come again?"

You shrugged, "Charlie asked." You simply said.

Alastor let out a huff then started walking with you towards the vending machines, "You can't really say no to someone like her..."

As you pulled out a few loose coins from your pocket and slipped them into the machine you laughed, "No, you can't." You both dearly loved your friendship with Charlie... But she could be a bit bossy sometimes.

The two of you collected an arm full of snacks and started walking back together, "Well, I say when we get home, we have a proper date."

You laughed and even lost a few snacks. You picked them up quickly and said, "You mean you cook us dinner and we watch a movie? That's not a proper date either, ya know."

Alastor smirked at you then nudged his arm into yours with a grin, "It is too because it'll be just us. Alone."

You rolled your eyes but still chuckled to yourself, "Alright, alright," You said, "What do you want to watch?"

He shrugged, "Don't care. I just want to make fried rice tonight."

You let out a huff of a laugh and passed out a snack to each of your friends while Alastor gave them a drink of some kind, "Fine. But I'm picking a TV show then because I just started watching something on Netflix."

"Aw, are you guys leaving?" Charlie asked with way too much sadness on her face.

"No, no-" You waved a hand slightly, "Alastor just doesn't think this is a proper date, so he has to make one up at home."

"What do you mean this isn't a proper date?" Vaggie threw a hand in the air, "All of us brought our partners! I mean- Angel left... So Husk is more like a third wheel at this point. This definitely counts as a group date or whatever."

"Call me old-fashioned, but you don't bring your friends on a date and there is no such thing as a group date," Alastor said as he cracked open a can of cola.

"What about a double date?" Husk asked from his seat while he tore open a bag of chips.

"This isn't a double date and even then those aren't real dates either. You're supposed to be somewhere nice, havea nice meal, share a few drinks. Share some stories and laughs with the one person you're interested in courting, then call it a night, done!" Alastor smiled to himself while everyone else collectively sighed. He was old-fashioned. (But you liked that about him.)

"This isn't 1955, Al. You can go on a date anywhere. Like here. What about going to the zoo? Could that be a date?" Vaggie asked.

Alastor thought about it, tapped a finger to his chin then gleefully said, "Nope! That's an outing!" Several people groaned but no one went on to feed into his banter.

You did hear Husk grumble under his breath "You need to go out to go on a date," But Alastor must have not heard it or choose to not say anything.

The rest of your night there wasn't that bad either. Angel did end up coming back, but not without his arms full of booze bottles of all kinds. They didn't serve drinks here but at least Angel was wise enough to buy some solo cups too. No one was really paying attention to the bowling anymore either. (You lost, not that you cared or anything.... You did.) Instead, you and your friends had gathered around in the arcade, drinking, laughing, playing games, and picking on each other harmlessly. You enjoyed every second of it, much to your surprise. Alastor did as well, though... He still insisted on his proper date once you got home.

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perzawa · 3 years

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→ defender of justice

saeyoung choi x fem! reader

desc: you weren’t the best at relationships. man after man, woman after woman, but you could not find the right one. after getting stood up on a date, a mysterious man with red hair comes to the rescue.

genre: smut

warnings: praise kink, unprotected sex, sex with a stranger, pet names

word count: 3.1K

Not again.

Not like this.

Hot tears pricked your eyes, the salty liquid rolling slowly down your flaming cheeks. How long had it been since you were sitting in that exact spot, waiting and waiting and waiting. You looked around like a lost puppy, mouth agape and eyes wide. Where the hell was he? You scammed the restaurant, your eyes glossing over multiple bodies of men and women. Everyone looked so happy with their spouses or potential mates, smiling in the faces of each other as they shared meals.

That was supposed to be you laughing. That was meant to be you sharing spaghetti with your boyfriend. How could you be so foolish to believe he’d show up this time?

“Ma’am, are you ready to pay for your meal?” The woman asked kindly, eyes shut with a large smile plastered on her features. You frowned, wiping away at the tears forming in your eyes.

“Just a moment, ma’am.”

“Okay! I’ll be back!” She left soon after. Sweat trickled down your eyebrows and your breathing hitched, stomach churning painfully. You were surrounded by couples. Everywhere you looked, there was a couple. Man, women, women, men. You’d given up. He won. Getting ready to pay and leave, you stood up, wiping at the new tears forming in your eyes.

You took one last look around. Multiple people had been paying attention to you now, apologetic looks dancing across their faces. You simply smiled in their directions. You didn’t need pity from anyone. You’ve been stood up before, you’ll be fine. Yeah, you’ll be fine after you eat six tubs of ice cream and cry your eyes out for a week. Maybe you and Akira weren’t meant to be. You had given up now, sighing as you reached for your wallet, standing to your aching feet.

Just then, a pair of shoes stepped into your vision and you looked up, instantly in awe.

“Hey, sorry I’m late. You can sit down now.”

You stared up at him, lips agape as you tried to process his request. This wasn’t Akira. I mean, he was no doubt more attractive than Akira was in every way, but he definitely wasn’t Akira. The last time you’d seen him, Akira had black hair, not red.

“W-Who are you?”

“I’m Seven. Just go with it, okay?” He whispered to you, sitting in the seat across the table from yours. Shocked, you didn’t say anything, only blinking at the man.

“I was standing there,” he looked over and pointed to the small line of people waiting to be seated. “I was there for a bit and I noticed that you’d been stood up.” You winced hearing the words, eyes darting down in embarrassment. You knew he wasn’t coming, but it still ached to hear him put it so matter-of-factly.

“He’s a dick. Or she.”

“A-Are you here with someone?” You tripped over your words, rubbing your exposed arm with your hand. Suddenly the air was cooler, tighter.

“Nah, I came alone. I originally came for pickup, but seeing a pretty little lady all by herself made me change my mind.”

“O-Oh…” you tilted your head up at him. “Please, I don't wish to burden you or anything. You’re incredibly sweet, but you can get your food.”

The mysterious man chuckled, running his hand through his shaggy hair as his eyes looked you up and down. “You’re precious.”

“I’m serious. I don’t want you to pity me. I saw this coming.” You mumbled those last words, pushing your plate of food to the middle of the table, hoping a waitress would swing by soon so that you could leave quickly.

“Hey, I’m sorry. My conscience won’t allow me to leave you alone here.” You frowned, crossing your legs under the table. Your eyes met his and you’d noticed how pretty his were, suddenly melting. This man was adorable. Sure, he was kinda underdressed to be eating there, but you overlooked his apparel. He was hot.

A few minutes passed by of an odd silence before a waitress came by, taking your old food and asking who she assumed to be your date, if he was ready to order.

So he did.

“Seven…” you muttered, hoping he would’ve been gone by now. “You’re too nice. I-I’ll pay for this as a thank you.”

“Pay for it? Oh, hush, I got it. I’ve got enough. Don’t thank me for anything, okay?”

And that was it. He ordered food and even shared a bit with you, even after you explained that you’d already eaten. You didn’t even know how you could both find so much to talk about, being complete strangers and all. But you still found a way. You incorporated jobs, home life, and he even allowed you to talk about your relationship with Akira a bit.

“I was right. He sounds like an ass.”

You giggled, reaching over the table to fork some of his salad before shoving it in your mouth. Seven gazed at you in awe, his focus completely set on you whenever you decided to share something, anything.

“He wasn’t always like that, I promise. We got along really well for a while and it was perfect,” you looked down at the table you were sitting at before a dry chuckle found its way out of you. “We’re a bit off and on, you could say. That’s why this was so important to me. I guess he didn’t care as much.”

Seven frowned, noticing your change in demeanor.

“Don’t let that get you down, okay? Look, you may not know me, but I’m here now. And as far as I’m concerned, I’m having so much fun right now. I’m glad he didn’t show up.”

“Really? Y-You’re having fun?” Your eyes widened and you felt blood rush to your cheeks, self consciously rubbing your arm, which had now produced an insane amount of goosebumps.

“Course I am, sweetie. What? You thought I stayed for my health? You’re cool. He’s missing out.”

And with that, you both changed the subject to forget about Akira. He was irrelevant.

You didn’t end up paying for your bill in the end, Seven did. Of course he did it, throwing in a ‘you really thought I’d let you pay for this alone?’ While he was at it. He escorted you out, hands stuffed in his pocket. You felt the cool air embrace your skin, the new area calming you now, the wind sweeping away every negative thought you experienced that evening. You almost forgot you’d even been stood up in the first place, really. But that’s how fun the ginger was. He was sweet and loud, always making jokes. His humor was a little bit odd. Well, it was extremely odd, but it made him more attractive to you. From his striped glasses to his plain sneakers, he was so down to earth. You wanted to talk to him again. You needed to say thank you.

“I had a great time. Hey, actually, you never told me your name.” He turned to you, both of you still standing in front of the building.

“Oh! You’re right! It’s Y/N.”

“Well, Y/N, I had a good time. I’ll get going now, you take care for me.” The tall man turned away, pressing the button on his keys. Your ears perked up after hearing the car beep, indicating that the car was his.

He was leaving.

C’mon, Y/N. Ask him. It won’t be hard, right? The worst he could say is that he’s probably busy or he’s got work in the morning. Just do it. Do it.

You yelped and that seemed to snatch his attention, the man whipping around to see if you were alright.

“You good?”

“Y-Yeah! Um, I’ve got no idea if you’re like busy tomorrow or something,” you trailed off, staring at your heels as you rocked back and forth on them. “I wanted to know if you wanted to come over! J-Just to like, watch Netflix. Unless you’re busy! Then that’s okay! I’m so sorry for burdening you!” You rambled on, your face entirely flushed, your body swinging sporadically from putting yourself on the spot like that.

“Hey, hey, stop that,” he pushed your chin up, your eyes drifting to his hair, rather than his eyes. “I’d love to come over, okay? Hell, where’s your car? Let’s go right now.”

Your eyes shot down to his, your face lighting up at his kind words.

“Oh! Um, I took a cab here!”

“That’s fine. Just gimme the directions, I’ll take you.”

You could feel your heart swell in your chest. He was so damn cute. His smile stretched across his entire face, eyes closed from his cheeks pushing them upward. He guided you to his vehicle and let's just say you were more than impressed with his ride, eyes widening. Damn, now you really had to know where this man worked to afford such an expensive car. That was a question for another day. You pulled up a GPS and from there, the ride was mostly silent. You aimlessly scrolled through your twitter feed until he pulled up outside your home, first asking if he was at the right place.

“Yeah, this is it!” Seven nodded and parked in your driveway, stepping out of his car awkwardly waiting for you to unlock the door before he did anything else. He locked his car, following after you. You giggled and unlocked your home, your cat rushing to the opening door to greet you.

Seven laughed, pushing his way in as well. “Hey! I love cats!”

You beamed, bending down to pet your feline. “Mmm, that’s a funny coincidence! Her name’s Elle.”

Seven’s goofy demeanor dropped into a much more serious one. “You’re lying! There’s no way! M-My friend, his cat’s name is Elizabeth!”

You threw your hands up, bursting into a fit of laughter. You looked up at the flickering lights, wishing you’d remembered to turn them off before you left the house. That was your worst bad habit. Seven noticed the flickering as well, but ignored it, just standing awkwardly as he awaited your next steps. You turned the main light off and led him to your living room, sitting on your sofa. He plopped down on the furniture and spotted the remote on the coffee table, passing it to you. You thanked him and turned the television on, the bright light illuminating the living space.

“Whatcha wanna watch?” You asked, turning to Netflix.

“Uh, scary movie? Or Anime? I could care less.” You nodded and searched for a horror film that you could both agree on, settling the remote on the coffee table. Not too long had passed before you were both cuddled up together, reclining the sofa so that neither of you would roll off by accident. You didn’t think you’d get so comfortable with a stranger, but there you were watching a horror movie with him while his arms were wrapped around your hips, pulling you into his touch. You’d be a fibber if you said you didn’t like it.

“I hope you know I meant what I said. You’re cool as hell.”

“Could say the same for you, Mr. Seven.”

“Oh,” he teased, his lips close to your ear. “Am I Mister now?”

“Depends. Do you wanna be called that?”

Seven snickered, rubbing circles into your waist. A low groan escaped your lips, a small laugh following. Neither of you even cared about the movie anymore.

“I guess that depends on what type of Mister you’re thinking of.”

Chills ran down your spine and you smiled, slowly grinding yourself onto him. Seven’s breath hitched in his throat, a small chuckle following after.

“That’s how we’re playing?” You didn’t respond, simply moaning while you continued grinding yourself against him. Seven gripped your hips tighter, rocking his hips against your ass. He pushed your hair out of the way, pressing his lips to the back of your neck. You let out a yelp, melting into his touch while his hips continued to move against your ass. You could feel him hardening, his tongue flicking against your skin.

Seven groaned, sucking marks onto your innocent neck while you felt yourself getting lost in his touch.

“Can I fuck you?” He whispered, thumbs rubbing circles into your hips again. You nodded, and before you knew it, he’d instantly had you on your back.

“You know,” he started, grinning down at your defenseless body. “I did not think this was how tonight would play out. But I’m so glad it did.” He unbuckled his pants, pulling his cock free from his underwear. His cock sprung free, precum already bubbling at the tip. You licked your lips at the sight, feeling a surge of wetness rush through your pussy, wetting your white underwear. You shut your eyes tightly, your fingers finding their way to your underwear as something in your forced you to circle your clit through your panties.

Seven spat on his hand, the mixture of saliva and precum slicking his cock enough. “That’s hot. Keep going.” He whispered, stroking himself to the sight in front of him. You whimpered, finger rubbing circles into your clothed clit while he jerked his hard cock, groaning at the your vulnerability.

“Yeah, that’s good. So good. C’mon, take those pretty little panties off.” You weren’t hesitant at all, quickly sliding the panties down your ass. You’d never been fucked on your sofa before, oddly enough. You’d been fucked almost everywhere in your house but the time to do it on your sofa never really came up. You were glad, though, it was so hard to get comfortable on the black leather furniture.

“Let me see that pretty pussy,” he muttered, pulling your dress up to your neck, the pink bra exposed under the fabric. Seven gripped your clothed tit before kneeling between your legs, leaning forward.

“You’re so pretty. Your body’s so damn pretty. Everything about it. I don’t even remember his name, but he’s fuckin’ missing out.”

He circled his wet tip against your clit, gathering some of your slick on his cock. You cried out.

“Please, Seven, hurry.”

“Are you rushing me? Bad girl.” He kissed the side of your lip before pushing against your entrance, sliding into the tight heat. You gasped, tears forming in your eyes from the painful stretch. It was probably helpful to mention how big Seven was. You almost couldn’t see from the constantly fading light of the television, but he was a good size. One you didn’t expect from someone so thin and lanky. Not that you weren’t appreciative or anything.

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” you whispered, wrapping your legs around his waist as he bottomed out inside of you, waiting for a moment to move.

“Tight.” He choked out, pulling out halfway before slamming back into you, grunting with each thrust. His thrusts were sloppy and uncoordinated, but you could care less, clenching around his constantly moving length. You cried out his name, tears falling from your eyes.

Seven found a good pace to fuck you at, rocking his hips inside of you slowly while you adjusted to his large cock, pussy fluttering over him.

“Fuck yeah, baby. So good. So, so good. I could cum on the spot feeling you grip me like this.”

You looked into his eyes, slamming your lips against his waiting ones without any thinking. Seven moaned into the exchange, pounding you as hard as he could while his tongue pushed past your opened lips, both of your tongues intertwined. Your velvet walls gripped his cock harder, causing the man to begin moaning, hips stuttering while he fucked into you. You felt like you were already on edge, rocking your hips against his. Your ears perked up and you yelped hearing your phone ring.

Seven’s eyes darted over to the contact name, sweat dripping down his glistening forehead.

‘Akira 💕…’

“Answer it,” he snarled, his pace never haulting. He was quicker, harder, as he fucked his cock into you, head constantly hitting against your special spot. You couldn’t help but moan, tears drying on your cheeks while fire spread inside of you, the overwhelming need to cum urging you on. You didn’t question him, simply reaching over to the coffee table to grab the device, answering it.

“Yeah?” You put him on speaker.

Seven’s eyes were cut, focusing on the conversation while pounding you. He gripped your waist tightly, stifling a moan.

“Sorry I couldn’t make it. I don’t know, I don’t think we should be seeing each other anymore.”

Your heart dropped at his words and your stomach churned.

“Fuck yeah,” Seven moaned loudly, throwing his head back. His hands travelled lower, gripping your ass while his cock hit the hilt of your pussy over and over again. You were so close, almost there.

“Who’s that?” Akira squeaked.

“No one,” you moaned out, forgetting to even hold back by now.

“Tell him. Tell him how good you feel. Go ahead, naughty girl. Tell him.”

You felt more tears well in your eyes, fresh liquid dripping to your damp cheeks.

“I feel so good, Seven. Please fuck me. Harder, please. So close. I’m gonna cum. Please,” you managed to get out, fucking yourself on his cock while holding the phone in your hand. Ever thrust felt like energy being launched into your body, electricity shocking you each time your pussy clenched on his cock, walls constantly being jabbed at. It felt so good. You were almost there. One more thrust.

“I want you to feel good. Want you to feel so fucking good. Do you feel good? You feel good with my cock inside you? Yeah?”

“Yeah. Gonna cum, Seven. Close.”

“Okay. That’s okay. Go ahead, I’m close too, pretty girl.” By now, Akira had hung up, his own heart dropping to his feet as well. As long as he understood how you felt, it was okay. You were fine. You’d be fine like this.

He sped up, sporadically whimpering sweet nothings as he pounded you through your orgasm, pussy fluttering around his length while you came, cum coating his dick. Seven screamed out, burying himself to the hilt inside of you while he came, shooting his load into your gaping heat. He collapsed on top of you, both of your breathing uneven.

“Good. That was good,” you found a way to croak out, releasing your grip on his waist. He didn’t respond, only kissing your sweaty neck.

“Good girl.” He said, cock still buried inside of you. You flushed at the nickname, whimpering. He waited again to speak when you’d both caught your breath, bodies still, simply enjoying the presence of the other. The television was still on, the movie was over now. It had probably been over for a while.

“Maybe it's not the right time for this, but can I take you out next week?

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messers-moony · 3 years

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Comics 3 | A.G

Paring: Aidan Gallagher X Fem!Reader

Summary: Aidan meets an unusually pretty girl at a library while trying to find a textbook for school.

Thirty years of age, both adults still lived in the heart of New York City with bustling careers. Aidan’s singing and acting career took off after releasing his EP at twenty-five, along with his acting in The Umbrella Academy. Not to mention his phenomenal acting in the Netflix series based on Y/n’s comics.

Y/n’s comic book writing and illustrating only got busier as the years went by. So much so Aidan would have to make sure she was eating correctly as she soon became a workaholic. While he loved her passion for comics, he also loved her well-being and wanted her healthy.

Soon enough, she found her healthy balance between work and reality. But lately, she found herself delving back into old habits. She cooped herself in her office, not ever wanting to leave. Aidan tried convincing her to leave, but every time, she’d say the same thing.

“ If I leave, I’ll lose inspiration, and I have perfect ideas at the moment! “

What was even worse was she was most productive at night. So now, Aidan slept alone instead of with the girl he yearned for. Oftentimes he found himself hugging her pillow with his nose as deep as it could go without suffocating himself.

This was a very unhealthy addiction, and again, Aidan loved her enthusiasm for her work, but this was becoming too much. It was about 4 am when Aidan got restless and left the bedroom.

Hesitantly he knocked on her office door to no response. Sighing, he opened the door. There he found Y/n laid with her head on top of the desktop. She was sound asleep, looking rather uncomfortable.

Carefully he picked her up and brought her to bed. She would probably scold him in the morning for bringing her to bed instead of waking her to continue to work, but he didn’t care. She fell into bed effortlessly and instantly nuzzled into his arms, staying asleep.

He gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead before falling asleep himself. Then in the morning, clattering in the kitchen could be heard. Groaning, Aidan left the bed to see Y/n in the kitchen making coffee while reading something on her phone.

“ Morning. “ Was spoke tiredly from Aidan’s mouth, causing her to look up, “ Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you. “ Y/n apologized as she set her phone down.

Aidan took a seat at one of the barstools next to the ledge, “ You didn’t. I was bound to wake up eventually. I have a photoshoot later and some scenes to do. “ He replied as he rubbed his face.

“ Are you okay? “ Y/n queried, “ You’re not overworking yourself, are you? “

Aidan deadpanned, “ You’re not one to talk. “ He snapped, and Y/n looked taken aback, “ I found you asleep at your desk last night with colored pencils in your hand. “

“ I'm sorry. I just, I just really need this done. I have a deadline, and it’s stressing me out beyond belief. “ She again apologized, making Aidan sigh, “ I know, love, I know. But you can’t keep yourself in your office all day. You worry me when you’re like this, not eating, not drinking, not doing anything aside from work. “ Aidan explained.

“ I know you’re very passionate about your work, and I love that about you. You put everything you can into your comics, and that’s what makes them so good, but you need to find your balance again. You’re stressing yourself out over nothing. You’ll complete this comic in time. I know you will. “ He reassured, “ I do not deny it isn’t stressful because I know it is. But you can’t be this hard on yourself. “

Y/n sighed, “ Thank you. I’ll try to find my balance again. It’s just been so much. “ She admitted, and Aidan gave her a tiny smile, “ I know. We’ve been together for almost five years, dated for two, and married for nearly three. I know when something becomes too much. “ The brunette male retorted with a chuckle.

“ Damn, it’s almost been three years. It feels like it was yesterday. “ Y/n reminisced, “ You were such a dork back then. “

Aidan scoffed, “ And you weren’t? If I remember correctly, you wore sneakers instead of heels to our wedding. “

“ I can’t walk in heels! That’s not being a dork; that’s being intelligent. “ Y/n faked offense, and Aidan raised an eyebrow, “ And when we got back to the hotel, what did we do? “

“ Played Mario kart. “ Y/n muttered, “ Mm? I couldn’t hear you. “ Aidan teased.

She crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes playfully at her husband, “ We played Mario kart. “

“ And that is the dorky side of you, my dear. “ Aidan smirked as he got up from his chair and towards the coffee maker, “ But don’t be mistaken, I love you even more so because you’re like that. “

“ We’re not like normal married couples, are we? “ Y/n questioned as Aidan handed her a coffee, “ Definitely not. “

Life had resumed after that playful banter between both lovers. Aidan had gone on to do his photoshoot and scenes for the day while Y/n worked on her comic book.

Something had always been curious to Aidan though, more specifically, there was a question lingering in his head constantly. Where was Y/n’s family? And why didn’t she ever speak of them?

Aidan was always reasonably proud of his family, but Y/n hadn’t ever mentioned that she had a family. He’d be lying if it didn’t worry him. He didn’t want to imagine her having no family at all. While Aidan’s parents were terrific in-laws, he needed to know she had family as well.

There weren’t even pictures anywhere of them, not a sign. Her phone didn’t hold any photos of mysterious people, nor did any of the frames in the apartment they lived. The questions became more persistent as time went on.

Eventually, after months of pondering, he decided to ask. They were both watching a television show in the living room as she laid in his lap. His hand had absentmindedly began playing with her hair as the other rested upon her chest.

“ Love? “ Aidan spoke, grabbing her attention, “ Yes? “

He thought long and hard before being bluntly curious, “ Where’s your family? “ The question had now blatantly been spilled from his mouth as she froze, “ I, uh, why do you ask? “ Y/n stammered.

“ You’ve never spoken about them. I’ve never even seen proof they existed. It’s been piquing my curiosity forever, and it pains me to think you grew up with no family. “ Aidan confessed as her face softened at his concern, “ I did grow up with family. We should probably just leave it at that. “ She responded, but Aidan wasn't happy with her answer.

“ Please, what happened to them that you won’t even tell me about them? “ He persisted, “ Aidan, it’s not essential, I promise. “ Y/n replied, trying to keep her frustration to a minimum.

Aidan still wasn’t quite cheerful at her sudden annoyance, “ What are their names? Did you have any siblings? Any cousins? Any aunts or uncles? “ The male continued asking questioned until Y/n lost her temper, “ Aidan! Please! I don’t want to speak about them. They made it known long ago they wanted nothing to do with me, okay? “ Y/n snapped as she sat up and faced him.

“ But why? “ He questioned softly as he cupped her cheek, “ Because! They didn’t like the person I became. They thought it was stupid. I wanted to even think about majoring in Art. I was exiled from my own family because Art was my choice of career. “ Y/n began explaining.

She sighed, “ It didn’t help as I progressed through my career either. They caught wind of us dating and weren’t happy. Said you were an idiot, a fool, and- and just a dumbass using me for sex. I- I couldn’t take it anymore! I was sick and tired of being ridiculed my entire life. So I cut them out of my life like I should’ve many, many years ago. “

“ I’m so sorry. “ Aidan whispered, “ I didn’t mean to pry.

“ It’s okay. You didn’t know, but now you do. “ Y/n replied as she hastily wiped her cheeks.

“ Why don’t we play some Mario kart? “

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anxious-allie-ren · 3 years

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Hey everyone! I’d like to introduce the new story I am writing! You can find it on both my AO3 and Wattpad. Both of which are linked in my bio. But I’ll also be posting the chapters here for you all. Be easy on me as I haven’t quite figured out how to post chapters on here and create a master list. That is something I will be working on. Alright, now in to the good stuff.

Erota

As the only daughter from a high society family, the pressure is on you to impress the ton and find a suitable match. You hope to find love, but your fate is decided for you. Your marriage is arranged to King Kylo of Chandrila. Pain and tough decisions are soon to follow.

This story is inspired by Bridgerton and regency era.

Hello everyone! I have been dreaming of writing this fic for a bit now and finally gathered the courage to do it! Like I said in the description, this story is heavily influenced by the regency era and the Netflix show Bridgerton. I've done my best to keep it accurate to both the era and the Star Wars world. I hope you enjoy!

The Ton.

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The season has finally arrived. You have officially joined the ton and are coming out into society. The debutantes of higher society are to be presented in court. This now includes you and your family.

You were the only child of the Duke of Selonia. A small territory southeast of Drall within the kingdom of Corellia. It's a quaint little area, nothing to brag about. It was cozy and calm. Many of the families had lived in the area for generations. Neighbors all knew each other. But despite its comfort and kindness it was lacking funds.

Since you had been able to remember, life was very simple. You helped in the gardens, the kitchens, and even with the laundry work. Your family took trips to town often, visiting with the people. Your mother loved to stop at the bakery and buy pastries to bring back to the estate. She told you stories from her childhood as bedtime stories. Coming from a common family and marrying into high society. Your parents married for love and not statues. Many scolded your father for marrying "below his station" but he let their words roll off his shoulders. He was attracted to your mother for her beauty, kindness, and capabilities. Your mother was no stranger to hard work, and she assured you weren't as well.

As you matured, you watched as your home aged as well. Bricks began to weather with time and vegetation started to take over. Farmers had less success each year and businesses were closing. The help your father was once so quick to provide had now dwindled into nothing. There was no help to give. The funding was nearly gone. After your mother's death, the strong and reliable man you had once called your father was gone. What replaced him was a shell of a man. He gave up on his duties as a duke and instead threw his time and money into bad habits. Gambling and drinking had become his crutch.

You lost your mother in your adolescence. Still a young girl so in need of a mother and her guidance. Her death left you confused and in desperate need of comfort. You tried to lean on your father. But in his own grief, he seemed to forget about you. Instead, you turned to your community. The maids and butlers became your family. They ensured your schooling would continue. The men even went as far as to teach you math and science. When you entered your teens, you attempted to take on the dukedom in secret. You went over all the documents and finances, trying to find a way to help your people and restore your estate. It was to no avail. Nothing could be done without your fathers signature. So you were left with no choice but to let it go. You focused on your studies and lessons with the maids. They helped bring you to maturity. Now, it was time to join society as an eligible woman.

Marriage has been heavy on your mind for many years now. The idea of meeting a man and marrying just for statues or titles didn't interest you. Neither of those things mattered to you. A marriage had become something with such a negative connotation. But love, now that was very different. You yearned for a true love match. You craved a deep connection unlike any you'd ever experienced. As a child, you'd developed small crushes on some of the neighborhood children. The butterflies and blushed looks were something you understood. But you'd never felt love before. You loved your family of course. You even loved your townspeople. But that was so different from what you hoped to find.

Becoming a debutante was not something you were looking forward to. Joining the ladies of high society was only asking for drama. But as the daughter of a Duke, it was your duty to join the ton and find a suitable husband. This had become increasingly important as your territory lost more and more money to your father's lifestyle. These thoughts scrambled around your mind as you got ready. You would be heading to the first ball of the season, your entrance into society, in moments. You were dressed in your nicest items. A deep red ball gown embroidered with golden florals along the bottom of the skirt and corset. Your hair was pinned back, allowing your face to stand out. Your maid, Jillian, was helping you put on your shoes as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Jillian had been with your family before your mother passed. She had watched you grow from a pained child to a strong young woman. She was with you every step of the way. Jillian became a motherly figure and your most trusted confidant.

Jillian pats your calf as she begins to stand, finished with clasping your heels. Her touch pulls you from your thoughts. You give her a polite smile and thank her, turning back to the mirror. Your anxiety is growing with each tick of the clock and in typical Jillian fashion, she can sense your discomfort. She comes to stand behind you, adjusting the pins in your hair.

"You know you're prepared for this. There's no need to sit and worry."

You meet her gaze in the mirror, her gentle blue eyes giving you a wave of comfort. You let out a sigh and play with your fingers.

"I felt prepared, but now that it's upon me, I'm not so sure. So much is at stake here, Jillian. The people of Selonia are relying on me to find someone who can help. What if I'm not up to standards?"

Jillian only chuckles at your words and places her hands on either of your shoulders.

"Standards? Now you're just being silly. You are a kind, intelligent, and strong young lady. Any suitor would be lucky to have you as his wife."

You turn to look at her, face scrunched in concentration.

"That's exactly the issue! It can't just be any suitor. They need to be able to fix dukedom and be the love I've been waiting for. What if that's unrealistic? How can I ever find someone to do both?"

Jillian places a comforting hand on your cheek, her thumb slowly stroking your cheekbone. She gives you a small smile before she speaks.

"Is that what you're so worried about? Dear, you're placing too much stress on yourself. Don't worry about the dukedom or Selonia. Go and find your love, everything else will fall in place."

You lean into her hand and smile, her words bringing you peace and a newfound sense of confidence. She pulls her hand away and turns towards your bedroom door. She calls back to you, "Now let's get you going! It's time."

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The carriage stopped in front of the King's summer estate. Many of the guests were already walking up the grand entrance and making their way inside. Your father hurried around and opened the door for you, holding his hand out and helping you down. Tonight he was doing his best to look and act presentable. You place your hand in his bent arm and let him lead you into the ball. Neither of you had spoken more than a few words to each other in years. You were surprised he even accompanied you tonight. His presence only made you nervous again. You weren't sure what his intent was by coming. Was he finally stepping back into his positions as father and Duke? Or was there some ulterior motive?

You found out quickly as he leaned in to speak to you, just as you were arriving at the entrance of the ballroom.

"I am expecting you to perform well tonight. I want to see gentlemen callers of high status calling on you tomorrow."

You look up at him and furrow your brows in confusion. So this is what he came for? To ensure you schmoozed with the highest titles with the most money? If so, he's going to be very disappointed.

"I'm here to find a reasonable suitor for myself, father. Not a suitor for you and Selonia."

He stops walking at your words, his head turning to look down at you. You can see his clenched jaw and anger in his eyes. His distaste for your words is written all over his face.

"Stop with your foolish girly fantasy of a love match. You're here to do as I say, and I'll be damned if you disobey me."

His words sting your heart. Your father had never spoken to you this way. When you were young, he was always so gentle and loving towards you. Now it seems you're just another pawn to be thrown around his chessboard as he pleased. You swallow the lump in your throat and move your gaze back down. Now was not the time to worry about this. You had more pressing matters.

You allowed your father to lead you to the entrance, stopping to allow the announcer to get your names. You took a deep breath as you prepared to face the ton. First impressions were everything, and you did not want to screw this up. The announcer clears his throat and stands at attention. Everyone in the room stops what they're doing to await the next debutante.

"Presented by her father, the Duke of Selonia, Miss Y/F/N."

You stare forward as your father leads you into the ballroom and towards the King and Queen of Corellia. You both stopped before them, your father unlinking your arms and bowing. You fall into a curtsy, bowing your head in respect. Your father stands back up and looks to the king. You stay still, awaiting the command to move. The king of Corellia rises from his throne and moves to stand in front of you. Everyone holds their breath, watching closely to see what unfolds. He places a gentle finger under your chin, raising your head to meet his gaze.

"Stand up for me, dear. You can relax."

You do as he says and stand quickly, giving him a polite smile as you return his intense eye contact. His finger never leaves your chin. He smiles back at you and begins to speak again.

"You are a true beauty, my dear. You know, they say the eyes are a window to the soul. I can see the love and strength living within yours. Hold onto that, they will be your biggest asset."

Your eyes widen at his words. You can't help the smile that spreads across your face.

"Thank you, your majesty."

With that, he removes his finger from your chin and climbs back to his throne. He turns his attention back to the room and declares, "Let the festivities continue."

Your father grabs ahold of your arm again and leads you away from the thrones. You can feel the crowd staring at you, but you can't find it in you to care. King Luke of Corellia spoke to you! Not only that, but he complimented you. This was a great honor bestowed on very few. You would take his advice to heart.

It seems your father had a different perspective. He leads you to a table with dance cards placed neatly in rows. You begin to search for your name as he smirks and begins talking.

"Compliments from the king will help greatly in gaining potential suitors. You'll be the most desired lady in the ton. Seems finding you a husband of high title will be easier than I thought."

You finish tying the card to your wrist and turn to look at the room. Your father continues to talk as you observe your surroundings. You look up at the elegant chandelier. It shines beautifully in the light, casting sparkles all over the room. You watch as they dance across the guests, creating an angelic and light atmosphere. A waiter comes by and offers you and your father glasses of champagne. You take a small sip and return your attention to the crowd. Many of the ladies are giving you glares or speaking with the eligible men in attendance. You take notice of their attire. Many have much more elegant gowns and jewels on. Their appearance shows how much they have to offer. Your feelings of inadequacy begin to creep back in. You don't even notice a man approaching.

Your gaze stops on a young man across the room. His dark brown curls and bright smile grabbed your attention. He was speaking to another man, seeming to be in deep conversation. His face was so expressive as he spoke, hands moving about to help prove whatever point he was trying to make. You couldn't help but be captivated by him. If there was anyone you were hoping to get a moment with this evening, it was him.

You snap from your thoughts as your father greets him and motions towards you. This man must have been reaching his thirties. Much older than any of the debutantes here. His bright ginger hair stands out like a sore thumb. He makes eye contact with you as your father talks. An uneasy feeling sweeps over you. For some reason, something about this man doesn't sit right with you.

"Y/N, I'd like you to meet the Earl of Drall, Lord Armitage Hux" your father says as he motions towards the man. Lord Hux takes your hand and raises it to his lips, kissing your knuckles. The contact makes you cringe internally. Your father looks at you expectantly and you quickly pull yourself together.

"Hello Lord Hux, it is so nice to meet you."

Your father smiles at both of you and claps a hand on Lord Hux's shoulder.

"Lord Hux here is a good friend of mine. I was hoping to introduce you both tonight."

The uneasy feeling now makes sense. Any friend of your fathers is likely a crook. Not at all the type of man you want to be speaking to. You nod politely, biting your tongue from speaking your mind freely. The men then turn away from you and begin a discussion of their own, leaving you out. You lift your glass of champagne back to your lips and turn your gaze back to the direction of the man you had spotted before.

Instead of finding the curly haired man again, you met eyes with someone else. Standing with his hands clasped behind his back was a raven haired man. He stood tall and broad, much larger than any other man in the room. His gaze pierced through you, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand. You wanted to approach him, but to do so would make you look indecent.

Your eye contact is cut off by Lord Hux coming in front of you. He holds out his arm to you in invitation.

"Would you do me the honor of a dance, Lady Y/N?"

You wanted nothing more than to say no and go speak to the mystery man. Or even go find the curly haired man from before. But you know you had no choice in the matter. To deny him would make you look bad to the ton. Plus, your father would never stand for it. So you placed your hand in his arm and nod.

"Of course, Lord Hux."

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